let the feelings slow in your company
i formed it through broken language
you don’t hear me when i ask you to let go
so i grow to hate you for what you have always been
i can’t stop selling parts of myself
intention, by its very nature, can never be pure
waiting on the right moment to meet anew
knowing all will be unrecognisable by then
we don’t love in our actions
it’s a preoccupation of time in one another
sinking as a pill beneath a shared tongue
whatever distracts our mouths from farewell speeches
am i a bad person to you? are you to me?
if only it were that easy to know
subliminal exhaustion is wearing out
exchanging clothes and disposability
i seem to forgive too easily, too quickly
or I fool myself enough to believe so
it’s an ongoing practice of balance
at least i no longer cry when i picture you both fucking without me
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