when my lighter drops

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Spreading you open to see if that's all you are

To see if there is more to the dullness

The body your soul was held in, or was it trapped?

Did you run to save the person or your sanity?

The life i think about now gone

But vulnerability stuck on my knife like honey.

The sticky substance is so sweet and smooth but a bitch to let go of.

Your lifeless body lay across my table.

Picked up from the floor, only to be placed just a little higher.

No more words left to say.

Just a singing girl from outside a bar,

Her pain dismissed as talent but her death titled as "bravery"

Little do you know her head- which i look at now -

Was unscrewed and weak, ready to fall apart like an antique desk.

Spreading you open was the way for your honey to be tasted,

The screams of your songs to be heard

but the relief of your fall to be covered with a white tarp and caution tape.

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