Common ground to disobey

Delinquent or free spirited. Young adults sprawled onto the asphalt at a late hour. Back to the painted line. Dark summer road with trees on either side. Alcohol induced notion of safety in spite of all else. Lay claim to genuine indifference. Detrimental. Only family matters and dog urine. None of which i truly want. I could return. I know how to break you. Breach and redirect. Denounce your judgment to the better will. That being said, what truly concerns me is that i no longer see the point in all of this. That i miss you, but i won’t say. Indeed, grown fatigued. Parched and dry lips. Weary of loud nights that meant well. Strangely crafted animosities and surrogate idioms have ruined the procession. Nurtured some vile and unsaid concerns. And so, i partake in the deliberate. Hindered lust. Insults for what was promised. I'd tell you more, but it just hasn't come to mind. Ink has not found paper. Just leave it at that. Common ground to disobey.

What are you really there for? A traveller or an estranged savior? Coercive purpose. The most hated lover in yet another unpleasant interlude. Noticeable return to the faith in writing. Sex by legitimate accord. Sensitive to handheld diplomacy. Aware of significance. End of a flowered avenue, where she lay in violent certainty. Before the snow. At the cusp, where nearby children play. Park and stones with names. Dawn and dusk. Nobody blamed. Vigil and candle lit. Quiet for the long unexpected moment. At a loss.