in your light
I can squeeze myself into any shape to only disappoint
as I am
not affected, etc., unless I hope
too close to the sun
or dumb enough to dream words
more than what they mean
on a dying star
of burning kids and Babels
the boy from the corner split open for you
around and around
bottomless combat in the sand
abandoned driftwood home
the stars, or what we didn't drink
(Tallow Beach for two)
we don't touch each other anymore
and subscribe to rules you've written
I light the fire with your matches and watch you dance like it makes sense
forget about the headlines
where we started, how it felt
polarise the night:
sing my favourite songs
and tell me everything you want about the boys I couldn't be
cast me hopeless on the edge
play friends
and take my picture
til we're waiting where we were
and it's time for me to leave.
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