myriad

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i begged and kicked and bit at you,
my eyes rolling back with panic,
my mouth shaped like a dagger,
yet you still saw lightness in me.

darling, please.

i am a myriad of curses.

i am little more than sand, spread and carried away.

i am a flickering light,
swaying back and
forth, trying to
light my own feet,
swinging back and
forth.

i can't save me.

i can't solve you.

i mean no harm to you,
my hands are open
but you must see it.
i am not a good man.

i am a godforsaken thief.

i am little more than ashes, cold and cast away.

i am a silvery snake,
coiled upon a
throne of lies and
ruling upon a
kingdom of sorrow.

i can't trust me.

you can't trust me.

i mean no harm to you,
my fangs are broken
but you must see it.
i am not a good man.

i fell and cried and crawled away,
my hands stained and trembling,
my heart shaped like a dagger,
yet you still saw beauty in me.

darling, please.

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