we grow bigger
we swallow
we conquer, and are conquered
we divert
we diverge
we kick
we scream hoarsely
we make out in stairwells
we swell, but disappear
we dig without movement
we hope without hoping
we end without beginning

they lied, healing doesn’t exist- forgetting makes us pretend to be better,
anger takes over, lets you forgive without feeling blame,
exhilaration because finally you are no longer prisoner to guilt,
the guilt in which you lived in (but instead you named love)
aching and stale
shirts open
mouth on mouth
wounds like flags in the sky, white like clouds over the ocean

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