your teeth let me know it will never be the same as
the summer we were renegades in your attic room
little pieces of you falling away into my open palms and
i kept them-
i kept you fossilized upon a high-up shelf
now your sighs are dreadful and unbearable
they hang archaic from the beams above our heads
i don’t remember your mouth always being this stale,
i know i tried to fill you with breath
to the brim-
to the point of overflowing
i can tell you need something but you’ve gotten to feel too safe
your reassurances are too restricting
it's only alright because of how you fold into me
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