[a poetic response]
My love is too "just enough" to have thrown back in my face/to face the intelligence you seem to think I don't possess/as if the hot bed of mistakes didn't last long enough for you to remember my name/for when you told the story non linear to the truth embedded in the nape of your neck/you've created spookhouse in my soul/& I don't get to receive a paycheck after the credits have rolled/a bold move for someone once afraid of the darkness/where cellar beds were flat-mates/sharing fags/haggling tales/doctoring forget me knots in key slots doubling as sympathy/now you hold the key & refuse to open doors/all you are good for is dangling last hopes out blockbuster windows/like the yellow coward you are/nightstand hiding behind $12.50/I could have masturbated with more urgency/this is why we considered suicide/because you already left our rainbow out to die...
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