with siren songs
waving your heart outside yourself
like a beacon
but it was just illusion —
smoke and lights and mirrors
aimed at those with simple minds
and i came running.
not all at once but in strips
thin as paint
one room at a time
until my body was made only of
the most basic elements —
nothing of substance
nothing to hold up to the light.
you seduced me with lips that tasted of
and words that sounded suspiciously like
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i only wish i had learned to speak firmly without
i wish i had taught myself the art of
in the sea of vulnerability you swept me into.
i only wish
you were everything i imagined
and i was the person i wrote as myself.
but we don't exist outside of the walls of what-might-have-been.
i've been crying bathtubs full
of crocodile tears since you left me.
trying to find the last shred of you
i lost somewhere inside these veins].