You see me as the man
Who wields tears upon the ends of forks,
I can consume.
I do not wish this
To be a firefight, between two sets of eyes,
Two sources for cries,
Two places to burn, two places to scorn
Ourselves to the faces of the moon.
I want to love
All I hadn't loved, that existed elsewhere
Beyond the range of my pain.
I flung soil upon your flesh
To bury you beneath something
You were not ready for.
What death can replace a beating heart?
What life can replace a stolen heart?
I want to love what I ignored,
All I neglected
Of two stones, as two eyes,
Two marbles as two lies
I crafted from my bleeding palms.
They were squeezed of remaining dew droplets
Brought from a morning's wings,
Being now wrung in infinite sting.
I will love all I could not love,
Of you, to not sink
In your loneliness.
My dear,
It was only the pain ever talking.
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