knew it was a snake

when i picked it up.

you always told me i’d
get sick of your shit, and you
were right. being so similar in all the
wrong ways sure is a bitch to
contend with in the rocky aftermath
of the mess we made. dig your heels
in, i’ll only dig deeper,

we are best at hurting each other, even
though there was heavily guarded
sweetness under layers upon
layers of bad habits and booze. i thought
I kept high walls, they are nothing
compared to you, reeling me in and
then pushing me away with
both hands. nothing will Ever feel
as cataclysmic.

i miss you and then,
i really Don’t. crashing waves
of relief sear my solar plexus when
people don’t know your name. i can
go back to myself.

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