Did you know
you can break
things and people
just by breaking
yourself and vice versa?

I loved you.
I didn’t want
to know anything
about you. All
I wanted to know
was how I felt
about you. I felt
that was enough.
I might have felt
wrong.

I love you
but I will
come between us
sooner or later.

Ever since you
the only good thing
I had going for me
was slow death.

I only amputated
you because I wanted
to carry pieces
of you around
with me everywhere
and anywhere I
went because
I needed
to stop
missing you.

I could have saved you.
You could have saved me.
You could have saved you.
You could have saved me.
We never had
good enough reasons
to.

We doubt that ghosts
and monsters and
demons and angels
and other
creatures of myth
and legend exist
all the while
we are looking
in mirrors.

We tried
to save
the earth hoping
mother nature would
soon give birth
to the answers
to our prayers
before we had to
leave this world.

What was the point again? What was the point anyway?

Who has never
felt sick
in and of
their own skin
anyway?

I know
I will
always
love you more
because i know
you will never
love me back.

We go in
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as if we had
a choice.

These feelings
were all the moon's fault.
It will never apologize.
Maybe it doesn’t have to.