Simple Complications

me and mrs jones
We meet every day at the same cafe
Six-thirty and no one knows she'll be there
Holding hands, making all kinds of plans
While the juke box plays our favorite songs

Layers and layers peel away.

Showing the anguish, frustration and intolerance inside me.

While i grab on whatever joy i have.

Melancholy devours me.

Skins me, and pins me down.

1:51 AM

YiLiang
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