and.

i am

solitary.

confined.
tight to
the ribbons
like decoupage
glass.
crumbling
like stumbling
words
written
on asphalt.

and you ask
me to slow down
as if
life is worth
winning over.


and i question
your judgment.



i am.

the

abrasions
hemorrhaging
your heart.

bleeding
sapphire

because we don’t know how
to love anymore.

fallen.

like the
water dripping
from our lips,
sipping
some
goblet of
life.

and i am.

not awed.

not falling with
the presence of

whatever.


writing.
spilling.
stories
from granite
fingers,
not quite
capable of
destruction..

but

once i
won you over.

and
you cried
your heart out.

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