m e l t

sometimes, i feel
b r o
k e n
i n s
i d e

you leave shards of glass in places i hide.
i take them out carefully and wrap myself up.
but instead of walking the other way,
instead of moving on, facing another day…

i see your face, and i walk towards you.

i jog.

i fucking run.

i’m not d e s p e r a t e,
s t u p i d,
c o d e p e n d e n t,
s p i t e f u l.

you make me m

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