play along
i cant even begin to let it all go.why are you screaming.
and when did we stop talking.
close down. drop our ears in puddles of blood.
broken heart. I see promises I cannot fullfill.
But i want it. I want this.
I look at us.
Fuck.
Tonight.
Can we make it out, with preserved hearts, and brains intact. or are we destined to end up how started, confused, dropped, and let go of.
Will I see you, again?
Will we drift away from time we don't own anymore?
The time cannot show me anything that you have not already given me in this starved life of broken time and wondered hearts.
Tuesday.
3 o'clock. hearts. diet cokes. mixed tapes and notes of times we will never repeat again.
I see you sitting on my steps. Broken wine cork and brown carnations.
I look at our high heeled source of pain and I cannot see me again.
Let the love go. Let my heart go. Everyone is joking. I cannot.
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