horrified at the chaste, quick end
to something so thriving, but a heart
can stop beating all at once, I guess.
Your car pulled away and my legs
found my door, somehow, the stairs
so familiar and fast I didn't need to run
to find my childhood bedroom.
Your promises stung like hot tears
and all the reasons I tried to ignore
circled and trapped me in a sick,
laughing dance of grief. You are
locked somewhere inside of me,
always, that smiling dangerous
sweet boy who knew me
before I knew myself.
Never too late, always
too little.
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