Saturday, February 10, 2018

we burned it down, you know. burning is erasure too.

We mess-up the words:
Loose + slow moving. breathe
It'll happen again, and again. 
Nothing to gain
.
All of my fear, alive.
All of that time, wanting you near
.
*she told me to release me*
*release doesn't come from them*

Someday, confidence. Enough to come inside, tell them
.   

I only go to cocktail parties held in my honor.

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