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You say I need to point my voice like a sword point

deliberate as a firework

and I watch the forest go up in flames.

I don’t want to sound like that.

I need to shape my words to fit your mold

when every letter is drawn through spikes

and gifted with a king and crown.

I don’t want to sound like that.

I hear so many vows on street corners,

nevers and forevers.

It’s so easy to promise things in a bottle

before you can see the contents.

I don’t want to sound like that.

So I cower in corners

I am stained red with truth and mistakes

and I walk like everyone who never sees me.

When I say that love is kind of like a lookback

like you can regret things that haven’t happened…

loving me is kind of like reaching with a short stick.