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How sad and grand,

this brilliant scheme of thievery 

on your part 

You tell me that I am everything. 

Yet my jaw line hurts from clenching back every

instance that you prove I am not 

So I remind myself, there is a half life to 

being half honest 

that is why we 

at only six months 

are falling apart like Jenga blocks 

You broke into my framework

like a starving animal

I feel you there now, swollen and 

unreachable 

like a dirty bee sting on

my knuckle,

you hurt me in a vulnerable place 

Sometimes,

I do not want to love you 

I would rather leave this screen begging

and blinking 

Yet I can't. 

So I'm telling you, 

it's okay

It is okay 

not to love me 

But I still want you,

even though you have stolen every

decent part of me that

I had rebuilt

reclaimed 

I lost it all once before,

to another heartbreaker, 

before you came along like a 

dorsal fin of hope

I want you. Point blankly. 

But the bough is breaking 

you treat me like

a side note 

an after thought 

and I deserve better 

than fleeting outbursts of 

sometimes,

maybes

But I am still here. 

Because I can't dig a

hole deep enough to bury you in

I love you,

that terribly 

right now

I can say nothing to you

I carry this silence in sadness 

dragging it with me like a stone into

a river 

And

    how deep

    how dark

my river is 

for you 

I wait for you. 

To do something. To love me. 

Knowing you will not bend in this 

knowing, I could execute myself with

a single phonecall 

But I swear 

this time 

my hands will not falter.