I can’t be forced to forget anything. I’m not expecting to perceive permanence. This tension born in me has found a voice and learned to scream, but it does not speak. Rotten on the vine, left to languish in time. I push my patience out of mind. Let me linger long enough to stain your skin. Let me cling. And my love is red, end over end over end. I awake to see the colour running from me, in hopes I won’t go after it. Cut off my head in the clouds, and anchor my feet on the ground. Forced up and unearthed to sorrow. All of these harbors are hollow. We are wearing thin. Wait in the rain, resign yourself to rust. Feel a fracture where our better future was. Cut off my head in the clouds, and anchor my feet on the ground. Force me up. Unearth me to sorrow.
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