it’s like being dropped from six months high.
like falling down a six month crevice.
like being crushed by six month boulders.
like falling down a six month crevice.
like being crushed by six month boulders.
looking at you is like being kissed by six month daggers.
like burning six month love letters
and watching six months crumble.
like burning six month love letters
and watching six months crumble.
like hearing love songs that sound like six months ago.
it was always just waiting six months
for six months to stop hurting.
it was always just waiting six months
for six months to stop hurting.
you think you’re the only one
whose legs were cracked upon impact.
you are wrong.
whose legs were cracked upon impact.
you are wrong.
I pray that in six months
I will be six months
less broken.
I will be six months
less broken.
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