and maybe it will kill me, to love like this.
to get dropped, and kicked
and still drip honey from my lips
to summon the will
to believe
until
my last breath.
but i’ll gladly die if it means I get any period of life
where i’m truly alive.
I watch the half dead people, selfish holes they long to fill.
I watch as they feign life, though we all know
long ago
they were killed.
and I feel within the cavity in my chest
a girl reaching for the wind.
she knows she will never win.
she doesn’t join the competition.
she just loves, till they think shes ridiculous.
she just loves, till they think her of ill mind.
she just loves, till its her time.
to die.
-at least I let myself be alive
her last words
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