Move aside, step outside.
Beside yourself.
Watch.
Look.
You see yourself?
Look as you make that choice, choose that thing.
Hear as you say those words, whisper those nothings.
Look into their eyes, hold onto their arm.
Kiss their lips, and taste their mouths.
Feel their breaths, feel their hands.
Your hearts racing, you feel that rush?
But watch it from the outside. You know as you see all that, there's more than meets the eye.
Your eyes glazed over, shut tight, refusing to look into the face of a stranger.
Grip their arm, keep yourself steady, as you release an unknown laugh for some question mark reason to some joke and phrases you cant remember.
Everything feels like it's moving, and your being dragged along.
Kissing them, no thoughts, all worries buried underneath slurred words and unknown moments.
The taste, bearable, and almost wanted.
Your body accepting, and slowly clinging to this unfamiliar shape next to you.
Feeling the vapor of your altercations across your mouth, across your skin.
Their hands a teasing persistent menace to your morals; as they pull and tug at you.
Groggily refuse, and then once again taken over, under a spell you no longer can control.
Almost in too deep, almost don't care.
But Wait!
Watch as you stop it, and all reality rushes back, for a few seconds you remember, a few minutes you regret it, for a few moments you wanna pull away.
But there you go, diving back in, with a person committing the same acts as you.
Now walk away, head held down, cause you just got to watch one of your moments of shame, from the outside.
And at times, that's all you do; sit there and imagine your life, watch it reel before you as you stand beside yourself.
But which shoulder will your hand land on?
Will you be the angel or the devil to the person you stand beside?
