i can imply it until my hearts content but i cannot say it. i will not say it. the syllables push up my throat, choke me and halt my breathing but i refuse to let them out, choosing instead to utter "i love that" as the remains trickle down to my chest, glowing a shade of gold ive never seen. to my stomach, a caged home to the butterflies founded by you.
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july 3 2023
YOU ARE READING
the archer ➸ poems/quotes
Poetry❛ cause all of my enemies started out friends ❜ ˖*°࿐ originals by me lmao they'll probably suck E.Q. 2020
