Deep, you said. I could be deep. I can be deep under covers they way you're too deep to breathe when you realize I'm nothing but problems and it's slowly caving in one you. Crashing down like it does whne you get too close. But you can look can look in the mirror and say we're cute. Tres mignon, if you will. I can be deep in three different laguages but that doesn't change the fact that one day I'll pull the rug up from under you and you'll fall into the pool of cliches we've built up while trying to find our way around the carefully plotted emotions we promised to contain. So I promise to say I'm just kidding everytime I say I care if you promise to never say it at all. If you promise to never mean it. We're like this for namesake. So it's ironic the way you tell me to be deep when what we have is a light exterior and what could be under covers if you say that's all it is ecause there's no point og living an oxymoron of sexual tension. That's really all, encoded in the letters you say I 'used to' breathe. So here it is, the way you're breathing the life back into me while you drown in what makes it so easy to destroy you.
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