"resist"
the shed's light is still on
from
the night before when you
led me out there
to glimpse at your new
flowers.
i remember thinking that
this was all one big game,
one i couldn't win.
pretending sometimes, i'd run my fingers
through your hair
and
other times i'd watch you
dance.
usually i prefer people with a certain
flare, but i watch you and see how
pathetic things can truly get.
and i think to myself,
no love can save me.
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