the gaps
she outlines her heart
like blood circling a drain
this is where the resentment bloomed
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hope is caught between my tongue
and my teeth
like an insect trapped in amber
it sits without ambition
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my bones grow weary and you are the culprit
but maybe i am culpable too
how can i help it, though
if your bed is colder than yesterday
how can i help it, though
if your bed is colder than yesterday
i can’t recall you outgrowing me
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i am curling into myself again
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i hold resentment as close to my heart as i do my blood and bones
but they grow weary
and tired
i am so very tired
but resentment
never seems to tire
these days
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i must be wedded to the edges
of my labyrinthine heart
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sometimes i think
that i have grown accustomed to the gaps
but then my thoughts become deafening
once more
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the cold of winter seems to numb
my conviction
so can someone be brave for me
can someone fill the gaps
- anon