the truthful glance you cast upon me exhumed through the concrete of the casket and crushed me into a pulverized valentine's card, the ones smothered with sweet nothings onto a canvas donning a bleeding heart, and it dared to push through to the other side of this cuckoo house nest--the damned rib cage within this punctured chest. draping that valiant heart onto the shoulders of these blessed pallbearers, every convulsion of the sealed casket a decree of love from the tomb: i love being nothing to you. and still, my oldest love lives young. 

#acronym #idlelove

◄ The Man and His Shadow (Or the Shadow and His Man)

m---y ►


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