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Weapons
I could use your own weapons to dismantle your own house
I begin this not knowing how to end this
Im telling you not to love me.
Im telling you its okay.
to love. me.
this whole room, is a black lung
pumping a sick stench and
we shouldn't taste the things that grow here
Inhibition. A nation of splitting tongues.
And I do imagine the way you would use your tongue
(but not like you think)
An occupying oppurtunity will never let you down
It's an everyday sleezy grime of effort
And the next person to light my cigarette had
better have all night to make me forget your name
or else.
Or else I will cry on the inside.
My fortress is built with lies. My body is a ghost.
in my hips there are no bones, only an abyss of unread letters
And it is, yes, very cold
down here.
the bitter wind takes me gone
it shapes me now
maybe this is the last peace I can give you
I would have given you anything really.
if only you had the mouth to ask.
if only you had the strength to love without faltering
perhaps if only I had known,
what I was to you
back then.
