took a part of me worth severing
a beauty bathed in; the transfeminine
a lesson, an experience of broken teeth
i hope you burned your fist on me
we’ve kept obituary talk to ourselves
grey evening cigarettes smouldering gazes
i see the breeze bruise your skin
not knowing if i should say a thing
let it be a gradual acceptance
like mourning an abuser who still meant something
picking flowers from their abandoned garden
to make some sense of instability
i try not to spill their names
as their ex lovers fuck me
i try not to promise anything
when it is all i want to do
left a keepsake in my stomach
like a letter-bomb without a fuse
soft tissue attachment issues
they will have to scalpel it out of me
i’ve decided against regret
it’s all space for sympathy pity now
some things simply cannot be changed
but at least i will not stay the same
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