what cannot be ours, i’ve stolen for myself
threading pins through insect wings
it softens with distance, a lack of focus
sublimated into a love i would never wish upon another
if you felt it then, it’s haunting now
letters left loose under floorboards
better off collecting rain and rot
sentimental self harm waiting out a relapse
i know you better than neglect
craving like nicotine patience
a game of personality cadence
learning what tones to fear the most
how much sickness can be forgiven in you?
i can’t even begin to forgive it in myself
thoughts and prayers to fill the air
everything I do to stretch happiness and time away
always in admission, leading sirens in opposite directions
clouded judgement behind the steering wheel
it’s never made much sense
but will we ever learn to live different?
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