I Can Do Bad All By Myself

Here emoting into a pillow

that won’t hold me back

I didn’t need new

when I had you.

Ramble on,

copper crystals

drip from his lips

hold no weight.

I am silver and spun honey

a caramelized glazed piece in the wind

remember that.

Nails break,

I don’t.

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