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If you’re a word, I’m a word
It’s illogical, but why do I still
feel such suspicion when people
tell me they love me
as if I can’t believe they’d place
someone else over the wreckage
of themselves
your bones entered, washing black salt
from wounded questions, stitching
new answers on old cotton tongues
and I realise now, love
was never enough to make me
want to stay, but it licked
cold bile from my lips
enough for me to say, boy
you’re my glass, and I long
to drink until it stops hurting
until I can say
I love you back
without flinching over
implausible verbs
Published 8th Feb 2025
| Edited 9th Feb 2025
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8th Feb 2025 11:55pm
"implausible verbs" are a Catch 22. I drift by from time to time. Glad I stopped in 🌼
9th Feb 2025 00:09am
Hey there. Thanks for stopping in and imparting a little wisdom. Always welcome.
-M
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