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built a telescope so i could get a better look at you.

stop it, you’re staring at my lips again.

i would’ve done anything for you if you asked. but you never did.

you can take control of how my heart beats.

do you still perform autopsies on conversations you’ve had years ago?

i stand here attending the aftermath of my own ruin.

i think i’ll tear myself apart.

i’d bleed for anything if it held me the right way.

you have to dig yourself out of your grave over and over again.

this year, i’ll bite into life as i do an apple. nothing more, nothing less.

you were just a bit delirious, a bit deformed.

the blood on my teeth begins to taste like a poem, like religion, like the way you look at me.

in the right heaven-yellow light, anything could be holy enough to save you.

i’ll look for you in every lifetime.

i didn’t think i was capable of love until you came around.

it’s not love, it’s a power struggle.

i pour myself out and expect the universe to make something of my insides.

i’m desperate for you to come alive and remind me what regret feels like.

i turn to you like an empty casket and expect you to fill the space.

there’s no end to this wildfire when you’re the reason i’m ablaze.