a smile from you means one less heartbeat.
a full conversation is like digging my own grave.
i sure get jumpy everytime we're supposed to meet
but you hug me only in May; my birthday.
i'm sure my heart's surviving with patches
each for the scar you unknowingly scrape.
and while you love our moments of nothingness
how haven't you noticed i've been dying a little bit each day?
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