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I hate how in the past week

there’s been too many versions of us

Admit one, tie a knot

the first hour,

and the next you’re yelling

that embers aren’t enough to make a fire

Cry for a minute, show him up

in five seconds,

reaching a boundary, giving me

too many leagues of woven thread

Arm under my neck, tell me

it’s more comfortable this way,

show me how you sketch the stars

in this midnight

And in a moment

run me over with ignorance,

then drag yourself back and

spill out in front of me

all you’ve ever done

I love how in the past week

there’s been too many versions of us