"I hate what I do to you"
You said to my death mask.
Lip flick smoke curl
Chaining the habit you hate,
"it isn't killing me yet,"
I replied, maybe lied
unintentionally; can't swear
it was the truth.
Summer heat burned charming astonishment
shock transferred
you have learned to cut me
but you can't find my skin
"I don't ever want to see you again."
Chest seizing quiet state
blood slow round splintering ribs
You are vicious and cruel.
"Why are you shocked?"
Your best bitch voice wasn't lost on me.
sudden bloodless realization
I couldn't recognize the anger wearing your face.
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