I wanted to scream my words at the paper until the lines broke,
but my pen was too loud and in my hand it explodes
ink red like blood, and I’m smearing it all over your perfect,
clean sheets like I don’t know any better
but I want you to see this, and feel this, and
when I fall face first into the pillowcase,
I want you to fall, too
heart beating like you’ve run five marathons but
god you’re just sitting still, just sitting there
and for some god-awful reason,
in all your perfect splendor and
all your glowing mass
I can’t seem to remember a single thing about what we’re doing here
and so the page stays blank.
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