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what’s there to be faithful to? i am faithful to you, darling.
here we are at the place / where i get to beg for it
i’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own
i think you might like it here
i mean, maybe / it’s better if my opponent wins
i took the bullet for all the wrong reasons, i’d just as soon kill you myself
‘i told you so.’ ‘yes, you did, dear.’
even when i look away i am still looking
names like pain cries, names like tombstones, names forgotten and reinvented, names forbidden or overused
i said kiss me here and here and here / and you did
what does a man want? power.
i want to give you more but not everything
young and beautiful and in love and waiting for you with confidence
this is not what we meant to be
i don’t really blame you for being dead but you can’t have your sweater back.
war, and the art of war, and the landscape of war
longing and suffering? of course, of course.
i couldn’t make you love me and i’m tired of pulling your teeth
want something to chase you? run.
he wants to be tender and merciful. that sounds overly valorous. sounds like penance.
someone has to leave first
did he find that one last tender place to sink his teeth in?
more love streaming out the wrong way
let’s admit, without apology, what we do to each other
we don’t have that kind of time.
dear forgiveness, i saved a plate for you. / quit milling around the yard and come inside.
the moon, of course, is always there
i hope it’s love. i’m trying really hard to make it love.
you know what it’s like to be alone
oh, the things we invent when we are scared / and want to be rescued
something dead that seems to be alive
shame means you’re guilty, like the rest of us
please, for just one night, will you lay down next to me, we can leave our clothes on, we can stay all buttoned up
you can indulge me this at least, can’t you?
i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything
the enormity of my desire disgusts me.
you’re all i ever wanted / and worth dying for too
maybe a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy, but tell me you love this. tell me you’re not miserable.
gold bodies on the red, red ground. i paint in the wounds.
i ran and i knew you wouldn’t catch me.
sunlight pouring across your skin / your shadow, flat on the wall
or rain, our bodies wet, clothes clinging arm to elbow, clothes clinging from nipple to groin
it starts with bloodshed, always bloodshed
it’s time to choose sides, now. the stitches or the devouring mouth?
the way you slam your body into mine reminds me i’m alive, but monsters are always hungry, darling, and they’re only a few steps behind you
he was pointing at the moon but i was looking at his hand.
i will come back from the dead for you.
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