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I suppose by now she has licked all of
your wounds clean
And every night you bury your grief into her mouth
She lets your tongue speak without sound

Her arms are longer than my arms and they encompass you
Her body covers you like a parcel
I exist no more
or only when I force you to remember that I am still here

It's been almost a year now
and every day has been like steering a ship into a
wall of rocks
It takes a long time to drown
when I know how to swim
But I understand
She is your island and when you look back
all you see are my limbs flailing and
my eyes of wreckage

Your love was a band-aid that I kept
having to put on
It just wouldnt stick, no matter what
Your freedom kept ringing like a
gunshot in the ears and
you left to go find it

I am still here
remembering you
where she has only just begun to discover you
I know how exciting that is
How your hands can't return because they
have felt something new
How lust can reach far into the senses and
feel so incredibly real

I know in some ways I am older than you
because I can separate between who you are and
what you've done

It's difficult to say if she would ever do the same,

or if she will remain an island after you drown her too

There's probably not much left of your heart now
but I hope she lets it beat like a thousand clumbsy wings
I hope she holds your hair when you throw up after
a long night of shots and your thoughts can no longer
remain bottled up inside you
And when you start to burn with the fever of restlessness,

I hope she stills you
that she wipes away the sweat with a single caress

those rocks

that ship

these eyes of wreckage
I wish you had of cared even just a little
to look up and

see how magnificently you broke me
I wish her eyes looked like mine so
that when you look into them you
wondered if I was alive
at all

god. just to know if you wondered at all

You will never know how
badly it hurt to watch you re-invent yourself
after all the work I put into making you feel safe
All that work.

and after your mother died you had to put behind everything tied to
your guilt
and I was the reason why

I was the fucking reason why

believe me, I understand
        why you never look back