My imagination's at the malfunction junction.

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  Our initials written in the sand for a night get to stay safe from footprints and water.
The hands that hold us together want to rip us apart.
On a blanket underneath the purple and orange sunset we can forget all our problems and face them at the same time.
Seen from ships designed to crash we're the last existing starry-eyed dreamers laying hand in hand.
Seen from our own skin we're just surviving on the other's next breath.
Justbarely.
Let's watch the world fall apart ontop of umbrellas, crunched between sharks teeth and hidden under seashells.
Just for one night we can forget about the weather and focus on the shore that ends just beyond the tips of our toes.
The sunrise will come soon enough to pull open our eyelids to our worst fears.
Seperated together like this.
"You're a thief cause you stole my heart."
"You're a thief cause you stole my future, or maybe I'm just giving it to you."
"Fine. We're sharing it."
Fiction tastes just like you sometimes.
So real.
I'm like a fix you need to know you need.
Save me for when you're broken.
Please don't quit me just yet.