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Feb 2017
The bleeding out is inevitable,
It's only ever a question of when, never if.
I hold you close to me, with your skin like magnets
And your lips made of daggers.
Eventually I feel the sharp pain of a kiss's incision,
And you put the full weight of your damaging codependency onto the wound,
Keeping the blood carefully sealed inside the artery.
I wrap your broken promises around me like a bandage,
Tie it off with my breaths of lies.
And in this moment, when I am at my most temporary,
My heart beats its strongest, lying right next to yours.
I feel eternal, your love feels as endless as the universe
And my pain is as non-existent as the space between our bodies.
But it's only ever a question of when, never if,
And the blood spurts out in fountains of nightmare.
Your broken promises, my lies, and the endless love
Are made visible with the arterial spray
Of an unforgiving love's puncture wounds.
Corvus
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Corvus  27/Trans Male/Liverpool
(27/Trans Male/Liverpool)   
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