Because Your Dance Should Shake the Universe

I love you with a dagger for every word you’ve ever said.
Every sound inside you, about to spill out.
You love me at hollow-point, at a distance
Or rather an altitude
of about six feet.

“Don’t make me use this!” we both scream in windy pitches.
Our own hearts in hand, waving around like doomsday devices.
While filthy, red-eyed tears make us too beautiful to shut the fuck up.


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