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but where you belong:

by my side

and in my arms.

piano

over a life at my side.

i can’t say i’m surprised.

i am on a fast-track

the best fight.

i fought until i had

violet knuckles and

several crimson slits

in my lips.

still,

here i sit

in silence.

the world has

robbed me blind

and i have been left with

to run at full speed

towards the light.

stopping to wipe the dirt

from my knees

falling off of

balconies

for fun and

waking up

never sat well

with me.

preach and practice

were meant to be

i stand on

is not the place

i am meant

to flourish.

i will let my roots down

only where i know

i have a fighting chance

the world will watch

me rust and crumble

around the whisp of a

dream

will be the day i know

is not being able

everlasting appeal.

stick to me once,

and i will be forever

i will be back

of oxygen,

i plan to exit

quietly,

wearing the faintest of

always slightly

shuddering.

my veins are

live wires

that i cannot

being the longest of the year

by design and then

dipping itself

Stands with back to wall

As my world

Crumbles and begins the process

Of floating away.

Well-known vixen

Stands at his side,

Lipstick traces clinging to the unlit side

Of the cigarette she displays

Between her fingers.

She has a gaze that could cut

My life short,

But she’s looking

At her shoes.

A smirk hangs from his lips,

Down so far it might just

Fall off.

Neither speaks.

He’s at her left side,

The space I occupied

For two years prior to this.

Neither speaks.

I don’t speak.

There is nothing in the world