what others like about you
most is the first thing they’ll loathe:
understand this and be my friend, even
if your life, instagrammed
a stone’s throw from me, is like
a souvenir from a vacation i can’t have.
after every magic trick we’re left
behind by those we should count on
most: our angels – they love us and then
they don’t, and that’s that. and so
we’ve grown above old watermarks:
love, monogamy, movie-worthy endings.
to get anywhere we must, by nature,
leave something behind, and there’s no promise
there’ll be anything to absolve us when we get there.
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~A.
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