「 xᴠɪɪɪ / i am 」

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heart and mind

'hundred so pounds of flesh and stars

i'm so mismatched

/

i'm afraid to love

i regret upon feeling 

what i always longed

i'm pathetic.

/

what matters

i've no choice

any madman's whisper

is another's promise

we latch on

when not doing so

shatters us.

/

rather the bite of poisoned steel

than the wind

brushing away, brushing

at dust.

the poison holds us together

when nothing else is there

/

let me be your poison

at least

i can try

to heal.

/

there's no antidote

no

no antidote

not for love.

/

maybe i'm not empty after all.

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