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all i could do was grip you around the waist
while three words scalded friction burns onto
the pebbled racetrack of my tongue.
"look at you, look at you."
and i cried into the jutting shelf of your
hip bone. your face stayed dry but your fingertips
sobbed rivers into my hair.

sometimes, the mirror lies; don't you see the venom
slobbering down its smug glass face like semen?
sometimes, the strings of muscle under my tongue
braid themselves into a neat pink plait, and it hurts,
it hurts, but the one who really suffers is you.

sometimes, you pretend that the tear stains on
your cheeks were left in the night by pixies
with glitter on the soles of their shoes, "like
in a fairytale," you told me moonily. sometimes,
my mouth won't form the words to make it
all better; sometimes words lodge in my windpipe
like errant chicken bones.

but know this:
always, i'll love you.
always, i'll be here.
and (oh god why are you
doing this to yourself)
always, you are beautiful.

Description
all i could do was grip you around the waist
while three words scalded friction burns onto
the pebbled racetrack of my tongue.
"look at you, look at you."
and i cried into the jutting shelf of your
hip bone. your face stayed dry but your fingertips
sobbed rivers into my hair.

sometimes, the mirror lies; don't you see the venom
slobbering down its smug glass face like semen?
sometimes, the strings of muscle under my tongue
braid themselves into a neat pink plait, and it hurts,
it hurts, but the one who really suffers is you.

sometimes, you pretend that the tear stains on
your cheeks were left in the night by pixies
with glitter on the soles of their shoes, "like
in a fairytale," you told me moonily. sometimes,
my mouth won't form the words to make it
all better; sometimes words lodge in my windpipe
like errant chicken bones.

but know this:
always, i'll love you.
always, i'll be here.
and (oh god why are you
doing this to yourself)
always, you are beautiful.