Carcass.

An amalgamation of things I've written over the past few weeks.

the cup is dry again

I'm drinking up love songs, 
before the cup is dry again. 

I remember just a few days ago
I wondered if you were ever even real. 
Were you an apparition?
A dream?

But now
we're talking again, 
laughing again, 
making plans again. 

We're being honest—maybe
for the first time. 

but what if it ends again?

I'll just drink up love songs, 
before the cup is dry again. 

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carcass

Sometimes I reread something that I conceptualized, wrote, and posted on the internet for people to see; The vulnerability of my words reminds me that to create is to bare one’s soul for all to consume. My words become a carcass waiting to be ripped apart, cooked, eaten, and judged by all whose paths cross it.

I felt inspired to write this when I saw this picture from Anya Taylor Joy’s wedding.

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be gentle

Be gentle with me. 
Tell me kindly that you hate me. 

Be gentle with me. 
Please pretend you'll never leave me. 

Be gentle with me. 
The lord knows no one else has been. 

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