what a fate (exclamation point)

we walked and talked dangerously close to an edge we were too unaware of to even begin to practice avoidance- the end of a cliff; the beginning of an end- or, the ending of a beginning. i carried my suitcase and carry-on bag on my back. i laughed and tried to memorize the lines of your face- god, is this me falling from grace? the most beautiful thing i've ever seen can make even the ugliest place into a garden of green (yes, yes, with the streams flowing underneath). sleep beneath my body- i know, i'm cretinous and disgusting and i long to crawl within your being to make mine seem more fine. this is a line not a lie. or maybe it's a lie in the shape of a line- if so, then let's snort it and get high on life. o, life! when i kiss your lips i do indeed know every star by its first name- i said goodbye to the lone star state (what a fate!) with a 24oz can of lone star beer- i need you near; i need to be so much closer to your beauty. ah ha ah ha aha ha! maybe most definitely. crazy. and i've got this souvenir of sickness and misery- it's perfect, actually. you inside of me in the form of a virus is better than not having you inside of me at all. alcohol. the great fall is more desirable than a plunge of 20-or-so cc's, trust me.