You bandage my wounds
before bedtime...

What do you do when a memory is born then dies...
Eleven o'clock on a Wednesday night/ a lonely...

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i am the railroad tracks that cradle...

Am I pushing you away
with questions...

You prowl through my blood,
vicious, but maybe that is my...

Tonight, I vowed to myself I would
not slip into the night, defenses down...

I asked you in the confines of
a wooden cabin, what you would...

Your love for me was never questionable...
my expectations were outright unrealistic...

Machinery, is that all I am?
The sun had been abducted too soon...

Breathe a little deeper than you've been,
just breathe a little deeper, dear...

I want to stop waking up in
contemplation, blinds open to...

Your ankles are resting near the hillside,
a sweaty brow, dirt-caked elbows...