broken hearts.
provocative
limp
ankles & wrists
rest in your mind—
a sleep in your eyes
where hands held
a time, less beautiful
now
with the present
in hand
you want to leave me
tongue tied
trying to say
in knot
so many words—
you’ve created a noose
& tightened my lips
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