i’ve made a list of all of the aspects of you that i’d like to linger.
that said. baby, you can leave.
i don’t need your hard eyes, your hard words, or your hard times.
i don’t want your easy answers, your easy walk, or your easy out.
but i’m keeping some, baby.
i’ll take the curve in the corner. i’ll take the last breath, the one that lets me go. the sound of satisfaction, of satiation, of successful surrender.
i’ll take the moment between love and anger, where we were both so happy, and i’ll finally have room for all of my things.
because baby, you won’t be here.
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