but I don’t love him anymore.

You are screaming: “but I don’t love him anymore”
and before you know it, he is crashing hurricanes in your lap again.
just like he did six months ago.
like he did on his brother’s couch.
and he kisses you and you let him.
and your mouth is chewing questions you can’t swallow:

– why he turned himself ghost
– why he turned himself corpse
– why he turned himself casualty

this rogue thing, teeth bared, claws out.
digging into everything that ever showed him love.

– fragments
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