you'll be loved
after authors of bad dreams
bide time with suitable poets
hang suspended
until then-
if you can
i have bullt your heart
from the platform of disaster
railroads of treachery
watched you sleep
in a bed you didn't own
while the one who waited
preferred hers alone
they will all judge you
from a skin's point of view
but i see from a foreign glance
perhaps i stole too much today
you're not ready for this
so i will stand further away
the magazines, neon signs
all the places we say goodbye
in eyes of an indifferent crowd
i am just someone over and done
asking to be a part of your measly sun
not wanting to be
the one to watch you die





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