They drew me in
With phrases like "edited justice"
Such soft fucks, and a quiet resonance
Nodding their heads and tapping their drums in time
In the back of my head
Never dead
Baptisms with bags over heads and shrouded hearts
And closed eyes, lest the water burn them
Lest the truth expose
Words across walls and walls and more words,
It's funny how we exchanged so little of them.
I tried to empty these boxes but
"my darling sleeps in under cloudy skies"
and so they're full again
and so I'm empty again
It's not love, we're all just children
We're the grass behind the libraries
We're your cat at night, and bicycle wheels
and imagined sex on the grassy lawn and
You: you're a fucking champ in the afternoon
Bruises like smudges, fingertips
Dusting my hips
if I never told him, he'd never know
So young; do I make you feel old?
Will you resent me for it, will you leave me for it?
Is it all out of my control?
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