pirating love songs
attachment was a tradition that fell flat, and out of tune. her collarbones were sharp, pressing into my chest with each breath i took and i needed to push everything away and just getoutgetoutgetout before the universe worked up enough courage to do it for me. turns out, i was a pro at detachment and i didn't realize i was a ghost until it was too late, too bad. skeletal fingers danced over fading lilac wallpaper that smelled like stardust, searching for a light switch even though i could see in the dark.
she ran me ragged but i was too apathetic to feel a thing. so i loved her.
[ a/n: trying to jump back into some prose. ]
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mortals
Poesíai will shed myself of humanity and hold it within my aching chest, as if it will stop the burning. [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-thirteen ]
