word vomit on a warm summer evening


i feel bold
empowered by failures
more so, by victories
at last

i feel cold
daring you
to try
if you’d rather not
i’d rather leave

i don’t need you
with your gun to my head
i don’t need to watch
until you’re dead
i don’t need to be your help
in time of dire straits
you took that desire
you killed it
you made love a disgusting thing
but, it’s you
you are the disgusting thing

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