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Why are you still in my bed? I’m truly alone as if completely dead.
I have a cradle and a coffin, I’m exhausted and I don’t know which box to climb into anymore.
I’m tired of your immortality, of my insomniac fragility
I’m untangling burnt wires of dopamine, you’re the static embers sparking sadly in my dreams.
Detune my heart, take off its strings, lay it in its case, and set me to sea.

I’ll end up the shipwrecked one, I’ll drink too much and fall in love
I’ll wash away and never find my way back to your body.
I always came to bed full of salt and sand and woke with the sun on my back,
Shoulders wrapped in the softness of your wingspan. We were forever then.

The hands on the clock are yours, I’m time’s battered wife.
I’m the sleep behind the wheel, drugging you eyeless.
I’m the wrench in the sky, holding the world to your promises.
We’re pinned here, polarized.
We obeyed the revolver of time, we’re mercy killings.

I’m alive on watercolor angels and moon medicine,
I’m undoing time from my cell in the distance, becoming innocent.
No one’s pressed to my barren hips, I bleed gallons of sunlight out of pinpricks
For your body of water to reflect the failure of the alchemist.
Believing, while you were at my fingertips, that stars weren’t darkness shot up and sore,
That it wouldn’t be so hard to find peace anymore.
How was I to know that you were fool’s gold?
Taste the dust on our battery lust,
The alkaline in the mastermind of the plans that made us.
I have scars where my skin was shot up with your kisses
And no love to rinse the violence from the reservoirs where we put our wishes.