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nights like these where
i don't sleep i think of
you and the way your
fingers used to curl around
my spine before the bones broke
and the birds carried them to the
corners of the earth

she's singing, an
entire language made of
heavy breathing; nuances of the
common dialect
you had forgotten
before you ever learned to speak.
things better left unsaid yet
butchered by words.

here, i deteriorate.

the bullet in your
insides is made of ice, but the doctors
found the shards lodged
in your vital organs and
shook their heads in dismay;
you are broken, without
doubt,
but there is no way to fix you.
even shattered you will
never be broken enough

mirrors have become
undisguised enemies,
unabashed chronicles of each and
every delusion years without valid ambition
and thousands of miles of
unpaved roadways built around you.
we're so concentrated on
falling apart we fall back
together at every turn.

it's boys like you that make me
think about

all the things i said i
would never allow myself to be.

but these are but
words,
so necessary but
absurd.
musings built around idle
notions that stem
from unhealthy amounts of
time spent alone pining
for days long passed away.

it's a structure built to collapse;
an ideal intended to disintegrate,

a young girl who once had dreams and now means nothing to you.

Description
nights like these where
i don't sleep i think of
you and the way your
fingers used to curl around
my spine before the bones broke
and the birds carried them to the
corners of the earth

she's singing, an
entire language made of
heavy breathing; nuances of the
common dialect
you had forgotten
before you ever learned to speak.
things better left unsaid yet
butchered by words.

here, i deteriorate.

the bullet in your
insides is made of ice, but the doctors
found the shards lodged
in your vital organs and
shook their heads in dismay;
you are broken, without
doubt,
but there is no way to fix you.
even shattered you will
never be broken enough

mirrors have become
undisguised enemies,
unabashed chronicles of each and
every delusion years without valid ambition
and thousands of miles of
unpaved roadways built around you.
we're so concentrated on
falling apart we fall back
together at every turn.

it's boys like you that make me
think about

all the things i said i
would never allow myself to be.

but these are but
words,
so necessary but
absurd.
musings built around idle
notions that stem
from unhealthy amounts of
time spent alone pining
for days long passed away.

it's a structure built to collapse;
an ideal intended to disintegrate,

a young girl who once had dreams and now means nothing to you.