Be Okay, Please, Be Okay

The problem is the devil cares to mind his tail while we try to keep up with his hooves

So focused was I on the chorus of fine I counted your offbeat cadence -in candor-as typical of the vehicle you operated which is to mean teenager

So when you turned and said
I’m not fine

I listened halved in heart to keep the rhythm
And when you said
She abuses me
Quartered and ready
To dance the dance of not fine with you until the end of time

Or fine became the tune

But you found silence and now I tread here looking for you

I will not stop coming for you

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