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“Lovers.”

brilliant
and beautiful
and broken
and bizarre

after your moment has arrived,
what didn’t come is uncharted.

“Hard Feelings.”

when i think of how you twisted and lied
how you only thought of you
i can’t help but pass on blame
though i said I fucked up, too

when i think of how you kissed my lips
and the sweet taste of your skin
i can’t help but have hard feelings
even if i won’t give in

“Anxiety.”

and if the cold doesn’t kill you
the fear of freezing will