that we spent on top of the old hotel exploring.
give back that rush in my heart from the running
when we saw those men coming with flashlights.
give back my kisses, give back the bright
stars i plucked from my eyes and made to run rings
around your heart. don't you dare tell me things
in a week or two will all be alright.
i still have to live here. i'll still be here
tomorrow when i still have no job
a sink still full of dishes, still have to pay
rent in two weeks. you're not worth my sobs,
but still i will weep over your jealous fears
and the love i'd been planting to grow, now decayed.
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