just how weak we are.
i want to love you
till the end,
except
what fools we are
to say "the end"
without knowing when
the end will come.
i want to carry you over
your fears,
your sores,
and your broken hand
can't hold on.
you,
you want to kiss me
lightly here,
erase the hours before,
thousands of miles North,
on the cold boiling floor.
you'll suck the venom out
as if my past loves were false
and yours is true.
you want to cleanse me,
and i want to paint you,
and we create with discontent,
forgetting what we are,
where we are,
and who we loved.
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