lust is a place where the prettiest things go / to set their limbs on fire / desire is an atom bomb / to slip and tumble hope-first into the iris pools of another is a holy pause / before the wreckage and maybe i am jaded / maybe i have looked down enough times / to see my own blood on someone’s hands / my heart the engine of my first car smoking / on the highway’s shoulder and nobody stopped / or even noticed / i came across the antidote once and buried it / with everything else / i refuse to stop loving despite the time-swallowed ruins which leave me hollow / despite the wounds that were never made to heal / despite
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This resonates deeply