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your eyes were a certain shade of black

that called out

like a shout

of bullet piercing

skin



i reached

feeling atoms rip apart in protest

at the distance

it took

to touch you



and you fell

ink spurting on the ground

calling and cursing

my name



i swear

i tried to hold you up

i tried

to hold

you up

baby

i wanted to love you as much as you wanted to be loved

baby

i will still die with you somewhere



my hands are dancing with ink in another city

but i feel your death

it is my death

we are all dead and have all loved before and had it ruin us

i search for love in this new city but my eyes

turn swiftly black

and call for you

bullets might pierce skin now

but i don't think i could even tell

anymore