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Unfolding. Inflammable. The ground and no one else. The ghost. Lockets and her king. Affection. Tracings of your skull. Mercy. Warm me. I might break. Unsafe. Hold me. Do  not cry too loud. Shut up. Should you die, I would be the loneliest figure. Always best. Always better. Fits in most pictures. Slow down. Withdraw. Simply because, You had some penicillin. Letters. Talking about the clothes that I wear. You’ve got me. Some sex. Endings. The ghost. Lockets and her kings. Infection. What you wanted. Timely. Warm me. In your vagina. 

Further is the fear you smell,
You’re brave and afraid,
Afraid to move your hands upon the walls…
Taking turns, you turn, you turn,
You turn to put your weight on me.
You turn, you turn,
You turn to look me deep in my eyes.
Finding for an intervention.
Lover is the word that stands,
Casting a silhouette,
I could deliberate to hide under.
Secret is a telephone,
Gathering your sentences,
You knew what you should have said…

But you didn’t.

You’re complacent, and I’m about the same,
But it will never appear within our view.
Just an honest scenery with shades of white,
Just me and you chasing after rainbows.
Some light to shine on your perception,
Your consent was all that I had to please.
Liars were the shadows under your palm,
Escape was a noun I could never spell,
Hurt was the little hairs we have on our back,
You comb with your hands.
I grew up with simple math and sad logistics.
I grew up telling myself to tell you
I grew up telling myself to tell you that
I make things happen because you could.

You turned complacent ever since I went mad,
But your love always mattered.
I’m sorry I had to douse you with acid,
You deserved it motherfucker.
Just some impediments to get by with,
Just some missing limbs when you wake up.
I had to keep you, part by part,
In bottles of pickles and vinegar.
Handwritten labels and colored lids,
Stacked neatly in the kitchen fridge.
I grew up with simple math and sad logistics.
I grew up telling myself to tell you
I grew up telling myself to tell you that
I make things happen because you could.