Direct deformation
A final act
“buy […] flowers”;
the telling resignation
I can’t say I know it all
I only saw a sliver.
“I can never be sober”—
Keeps the head coffin and
tightened the tombs vacuum
Until two nights after that phrase.
Hours before night bleeds into morning hues
You splattered your head in a ditch
Might’ve heard you leave
But it’s a late stitch.
The domino effect
Why? I even picked up the cake.
The last few months descent
Because a 17 year old felt spent,
used and abused.
Though personal is really a bitch move
You really can’t think it through.
One blast and your imagined post-Morten is no longer yours
One blast and it’s all the fucking past.
Alas:
You are both asses.
Abandonment and betrayal
Lack of loyalty is mutually attainable.
There’s more than one way to lie,
to make it all die
because you reveal the lie when you die
Bolstering latent motivations
Turning lovers into strangers
All about hate and anger
Betrayal on a whole new level
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