Messed up
Messed up

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Hey,
I do talk to you
But not with words.
With the air between us,
That fills you and me
And reflects all the absurd.
You begin conversations
Not with a rehearsed ‘hey’
But some lame joke.
What a strange mixture
Of sassed sarcasm, messed up phraseology
And no overthinking mind to choke.
I sit here
Two seats right from you,
Loading emotions like alum.
From all the unspoken wonders,
Uranium(U) and Iodine(I)
Would be a great sum.