8/10/20
this boy knows not what i am but the shadow of what i could be
i am not a short gulp of water that helps him swallow his sleeping pill at the early moments on the night
i am harder than the liquor he manipulates to forget my sunken emerald eyes and hollow lies
i am not the the conclusion of his sleepless nights
mithridatism cannot cure me for i am a poison too resolute
oh ! baby boy
you do not know me. you are a speck of sand, lost in my great waves. you cannot compare to me.
the only antidote i hold is one of broken glass and celestial stardust. still searing from being freshly plucked.
so, please, understand to only swallow what you can handle
for starters, your sleeping pill.
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for von, i haven't known you long but i hope i get to.
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