you're so clever, aren't you?
to tease the beast and leave
you feign silence, materialize explanations from thin air
you wouldn't be so keen on wasting my life away if your ground up bones were the sand in my hourglass
you want to play games?
oh i'd light you up just like the 4th of July just to blow you out with the midsummer wind
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i’ve been so uninspired until you came around.
revived like a rotting corpse covered in leaves and caked in dirt.
twigs and blades of dead grass strewn in my hair.
you pull me out by my feet, tangled in twigs.
a rusty purity ring and the continuance of battle in a losing war.
i hope we’ll make it.
because the next time i’m six feet deep, i don’t intend on being alone.
- A.H.
