My heart snapped for the same reason your spine did, fear.
It was always both our faults and never less painful.
“Kiss my vertebrae better and I'll fix the gaping hole in your chest.”
But you never could trust me and I couldn’t work on the faith we might love without pain one day.
Our blood spread in a crippled circle around us,
Our lips full of whispered screams,
Our tongues suppressed by swollen ruptures of time.
Tell me you wanted more then licked wounds and kiss-it-better cuts.
Tell me you wanted more then promises on the fly and miss-you-more lies.
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