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2021 and you fuck me up
secondhand,
a pen rushing into carbon copies.
i don’t want to know you
but i feel your scent fill the room
like you’re already here.
you flip my stomach
secondhand,
a roller coaster sigh.
i have been waiting in line for years
in anticipation
and i still can’t get off the ride.
you bleed me out
secondhand,
the guy selling the gun.
all those children
you stopped in their tracks
like we will never see what she becomes.
you rip me up
secondhand,
another heart i’ve seen lost.
i have no training no investment
i have all helpless
i still ache with knowing.
