I tried to forget

But you grew roots around my rib cage and sprouted flowers just below my collarbones.

All day I pluck their petals but I have not yet ascertained whether you love me or not –

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The nights you fight best are on a night like this, as you chase a thousand dark rats from your brain, as you rise up against the impossible, as you become a brother to the tender sister of joy and move on regardless