We exchange poems written for other lovers
It’s 4 am
Lovers we crossed we fucked we bruised
The prettiest boy
I moan and scream and fight myself
Where have you been?
Everywhere
Against the table
Can the walls break instead of our hearts
The man next door avoids my look
He heard me
But did he hear the whispers of our opening hearts
You knocked
And just a little bit you cracked the shell
A stale blood bath mixed with dust
To open after all you have to break
Knock knock
Who’s there?
Not love.
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