Remove myself from the idea of you
Push me into dark corners
Where they crave my name
Absent spaces between linear thoughts
Needs have eyes that I’ve forgot
And I don’t care for
What you have and will do
I don’t care anymore
What you wish I would be
I won’t just to spite you
You’re looped scratches on tape
Burned scenes on film
Wires ripped out through the blood in my arms
Leave you inside dark, cold shapes
Exiled from us
We could almost be needs like humans take
Exchange “Love’ for something new
The silence is me
Moments lost to air
Remember to ignore
If you wanted the past
You’d have followed me here
You’re looped scratches on tape
Burned scenes on film
It all goes away
Like watered blood that once was a calm
Now needs nothing at all
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