feel the muddy shards land upon my cheeks,
a foreign material from those salty raindrops,
but it still doesn’t stop every leak.
With your face I find it pours cement,
drizzling upon mine into stationary,
where I revert to losing my place,
as if I don’t have something more to chase.
But this duplex is now empty,
which means I have surpassed it all,
I have conquered the utterly quiet nights,
the desperate calls that start fights.
I am on the brink to lose you in the rubble,
where I've drilled you into the old soil,
I’ve stuck you where you belong,
and no longer find you in every song.
Though I thought I could start clean without the black,
I know you were the black that brought me here,
the Hell I knew within those sheets,
the smudges where my eyelids meet.
But your time is absolutely finished,
in the chest you chose to bury,
and in my mind where I kept you alive
while I took on your spirit to revive.
I am no longer captive,
As I do not deserve that loneliness,
I do not deserve the brittle bones I saw as the End,
and I know I am a survivor more than I can comprehend.
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