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2017 I thought I wanted to love you.
I still think so but I’m so tired,
I’m ready to fight the storm that made us
but I don’t want to pull you down with it.
Every minute I let myself think
I take another step toward you
but turn my face away,
and then you are too beautiful
to even think about making me cry.
I don’t want to hang you with emeralds
but they cling to your eyes,
magnets and I can’t remember
the slices of songs that were going to fall from this.
Trust me, after last night
it is going to be harder
for you to make me laugh
now that my eyes are crystallized
with those leftover dreams,
and every time I wake up
you’ve left salt between the sheets.
Every time I stay up
it’s so many hours I don’t want back,
selfish as I can be when the sun goes down,
you leave trails of why not down my face.
