my fingers will rake the ground
throat will shred as i wail
cradling this broken frame
screeching
decades of agony
decades of rage
the sickening need
to never feel again
my heart is rotting
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I cannot help myself from wondering if you are another lesson. Another person to teach me something.
Someone I don't get to keep.
It's not doubt, I am not second-guessing what we have. I'm just scared to lose it. So much loss in this life. Enough for the next one to come.
So, I look at the moon. And I make a wish. That it is you and I in this life.
And the next.