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dirty work
loose fingers and tight hearts.
are we hosts to feelings long past?
holding hands and batting eyes
is what i've worked you up to,
to loosen the fingers and the tighten hearts
that bursts when you squeeze
and drips red of the deed you have done.
drips on the lips of those upon whom you now love
banishing them of my crying eyes
because i have sat in the chair and taken the fall
for your mistakes and swallowed whole
and didn't choke on a single word you said.
my armor is strong, but unto you i am stronger.
fingertips become rough and smiles fade
because your light doesn't shine quite the same.
fingers intwined
lips infused
hips that move
and hearts that beat
the tick tock
of the clock
passing our
heart aches
away.
