Shower stall confessions,

these things I cannot say,

water drizzle mixed with tears and

my words like ashes, melting

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petals, petals, watch them fall

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and I-

I forgot to tell you, that time we talked

It's been six months, six months and I don't even care.

This is just an anti-metaphorical update

so you can know that

It is(n't) killing me (anymore)

and I can know, and admit, and submit,

and stop fucking pretending because

when your boy lips kissed and said those words-

You meant them.

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these- petals, petals, watch them fall...

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Your confession fell within my horror

to the roses I remember,

and we still can't remember

why we had hurt each other so much

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petals, petals, watch them fall

watch them (this hate) disintegrate

My Epitome of Love and Pain,

I. am. over. you.