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melancholy is my cross to bear:

memorial fumes - poison sweet as honey.

we built our walls with reused tombs.

how did it come to this?

I won’t let this get the best of me,

it’s time to smother the flames.

you are just a fucking burden

and i will make my peace

taking pieces away.

we will make atonements,

puzzles in disrepair

pieced together on your shoulders.

so why must I be your atlas?

I would only let this world drop.

undo the albatrosses -

break this world into pieces.

you don’t mean a thing you ever say.

control dissolves like your breath

between the throttle of my grip.

I know you’re lying, it’s stale on your breath.

I know I’m losing touch

but no misery will touch me again... forever heartless.

you won’t scream when you can’t speak

and you won’t run because you’re weak.

don’t say a thing, do not apologize.

contusions crown your throat with unconsciousness.

blue lips surface, blood vessels shower your gaze

in an absent red wash; a dead cosmetic.

we will reconcile when your heart withdraws,

the paling of your skin, the vacancy of your dilated pupils.

making peace by taking pieces. you were just a burden.

no more lies. your eyes retrogress to the back of your head.

making peace by taking pieces.