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2018 If we were perfect
I don’t know
how long
we would stay.
If I was fearless
I would tell you everything
you need to hear.
I want to repeat repeat repeat
until all the tears are a drought we can’t fix.
I want to open the gates
until I am no one you ever wanted.
If I was a voice
I would want you to hear it.
If I was a hand
I would want you to hold it.
If I was golden
I would wish it all away
but instead I sit here
ripping all the paintings from the walls
louder and louder
making us quieter and quieter
and I am your bulldozer
until you have nothing left to feel.
