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Healing

No, you cannot heal

if healing means leaving me here

alone. I won't allow it.

 

Stay close to me, hold

chaos's hand. Tie your ship

to mine and

we'll both

go down

together.

 

No, please don't heal, don't

get better if better means

away from me. Don't do it,

you should stay

and play with

my fire.

 

I started to heal once,

rehab for ghost hearts and

fragile bones, I patched myself up

with forgiveness and rope.

 

It came lose over time and the knots

were all frayed and life

undid the healing

I worked so hard for.

Time opens

all wounds.

 

So it's better to not try,

accept there is no bandaid that will fix you, you like

your broken parts and

grinding gears, you can't be

held together with sutures

or forgiveness or rope.

 

Don't heal.

Don't leave me here, broken.

Don't fall in love

as I'm walking away.

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Jan 17, 2014
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