Beach Boys

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Myself. By myself.
I sit here alone.
Singing along to the Beach Boys&;#8230;

"I know there's an answer but I had to find it by
myself&;#8230;"

I sang down the phone to her.
Full voice. Drunk. Drunk on her.
I drank her up.
I sung to her.

I have ants crawling in the souls of my feet,
Along the sidewalk and down the street,
I dream of you.
You are under lock and key in my brain.
Forever stained.
I can't clean you.
No cleansing
I am forever dirt on your clothes.

We belong. Relationship en regalia.
Proud of what we have,
I kick the barrier down and am not scared to show the world my
love,
this love, our love.
My love for you. My love for her.
Although sometimes misguided&;#8230;
Although sometimes jaded&;#8230;

Is true.

This I say to you (Me)
I say to myself as if to convince&;#8230;
Do I love her? (Yes)
Could I lose her? (Yes)

Life depends on love.
My love depends on life&;#8230;her life.
I will be her crutch, if she will carry me.
Holding onto each other&;#8230;
We stumble. We fall.
We have fallen but now we stand together.
United by love.
Independent love.
Dependant love.
The fear of love scares us and drives loss into us&;#8230;

We stumble across the finish line.
Out of breath.
Naked. Used. Hurt. Crying. In pain.
We made it together.
By losing,
we found love in each other.
We found the end.
The end of the past and we found a new life&;#8230;
Together.
Forever,
until it dies.