out from under my arms


tasting copper in my lips

lips that once knew yours

before they became

more likely to twist

far away, underneath mine

our stretching scars

our mutual coverup

stretching worn between us

we tended our pages

with the yellow journalism of denial

somewhere along the way

you lost your faith in me

and i started to see you only

through tainted lens made brittle


but i love you still & i can only hope that will be enough


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