it is in what I expected from you that I realize I went too far.
It's okay to run back to the candle that couldn't but melt over itself choking over smoke tendrils of confused grief
You, who stopped looking over long before I turned your way
if you catch the flutter of a paused tune, would you wait till the hurt gets familiar?
Because you don't find comfort where you lose it, move
may that warmth not chase you again.
13.02.19
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