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We sat and listened to that guitar,
The vibrations reaching us across the room,
I could feel it in my chest,
Just behind that lump of flesh
You called my heart.
It was then that I felt it,
Hanging from my throat,
Like a lynching,
Swaying in with the wind,
Breaths from my tangled lips.

That's when I knew.
But I kept it quiet.
You didn't feel the same way,
I don't think you ever did.
But ambiguity was one of your finer traits.
So I'll keep it to myself.

I want to grab at the ink
Buried deep within my back
And throw it against the page
In a futile attempt at love,
A bitch fight with my heart
A clawed up fleshy pile
Of what it all used to be,
Or what i thought it was.

To decompress,
Blow out hard and suck in again,
Breath harder,
Fuck softer,
And just fall into the mixture
Of love, sex, and misled emotions.