End of the Conversation

this is a new version of the poem, without being the same poem at all

there is no reason to believe anymore, that the town I was in before
has any value to me at all
the remainder of the fact, the remainder of the equation is,
you and I, and thats the way it ought to be
my heart has been fixed with your hot metal and touch for love
the first part is, the hardest part of all
when you are coming from, a place so distant and distracting you can forget
what it is like to feel alive in the first place
so trust me when I, when I say that I am your new home and you have the ability to
decorate accordingly, according to me and the rest of the world who wants to be
in our position
all signs point this way, all signs point to you
if you are the tornado you say you are, then I am your perfect storm
and if you wind up slowing down, letting go of me, I can't say that I will be able to let go too