Multiple Assists

He's too perfect to not be hooked on.
Why? Why is it so crazy to be in love with you? You're the person I could always turn to, the person who could understand. Who could always relate to the world treating you like an absolute zero, completely isolated. It wasn't that we were invisible; it was that everyone chose to look away. Putting us out of view meant they didn't need to glance at dirty scum. The irony being their selfish and ignorant ways being the cause. We were the causality. 

A place where every mind in the room was someplace else, except ours. 
We had no place to return to at night, so we wondered the streets, listening and dancing to the hum of the lights. We were not afraid, running with the wild. In fact, we would choose this toxic lifestyle over one that pinned down every event. 

The stray alley cats were not foul to us, neither were the rodents bothersome. It was a pity to see their life style; and even more so disheartening to see how adapted they were. Days were no longer full of surprises, but rather each occurrence expected. We did not know if we would see another sunrise. We did not know if we would be shamed or threatened out of the familiar sidewalks we learned. Every second we questioned our environment. Every hour we questioned ourselves. Until our minds grew so tiresome, we did not even question when we could no longer feel any type of circulation in our blood, air in our lungs, or pound in our chest. Filthy and polluted, we matched the corners mothers warned their children of. We matched the looks fathers cussed at. 

Yet our resolution, came long after we had sunk to the lowest of lows. Why did we need a beat in our chests to carry on? Would our feet not thrive on broken ground?
So I ask you this my dear
because I know of the terrors laying under your tongue:
miserable is not a word we need to speak, as we watch the world collapse on itself, and do nothing but watch each privileged fuck destroy each other,
let's feel like our old selves for awhile. Pour a drink as a toast to the toxic lifestyle
to which we fully belong. 

You are too perfect not to love my dear. I see glory when I look in your eyes.