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For every night you sit alone. For all the days you stare through. For all the sad songs. All the busted beats on cackling speakers. This is yours.
For those whose hearts are beating long after they’ve died.
For you. With you. All your faults.
This is yours.
Tonight, can only be here, forged in feelings on flint covered gloves. The façade of jests. An overgrown heart.
“Will you disregard me when the tide pulls in?” Slip forget-me-nots, cushioned by the flint.
“I won’t forget.”
You won’t forget the sunlight, the lies, the beautiful failures in your time? You won’t forget the way you forget.
“Why do you still run from me?”
I run for you.