i'll never be a poet

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when you say

you miss me

is it

my soul

or body

and when i think

i miss you

maybe
i don't really do

a terrible thing to say.

we'd be close

and lay

next to each other but

heat

is not

heart

black blood spilling

in the dead of night

take my broken heart

and learn to cry

give me crushed wings

to swim into the sea

drink your sunken eyes

but i can't see

you say

you miss me

but are we missing

each other

or the point

the target's

askew .

if only

we knew

if my heart

was missing

or just not missing you