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Tachycardia
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I walked away that day.
He stood, perfect tragedy
eyes as brittle as my intentions, bending over backwards
but all my apologies and futures and failures
could not make up for my selfishness
such brutal wind slipping through the cracks in his bones
His winged fixtures
too weak to fight callused hands, change in breath
my rotating seasons persuade his cardiac arrest
the regret, rising as acid reflux
and he is consistently inconsequential to the pain
in the sad state of our gut-wrenching affairs.
I walked away that day
corpses to my ankles.
I walked away
and tripped over his thinning skin.
It broke my heart in seven places.
He stood, perfect tragedy
eyes as brittle as my intentions, bending over backwards
but all my apologies and futures and failures
could not make up for my selfishness
such brutal wind slipping through the cracks in his bones
His winged fixtures
too weak to fight callused hands, change in breath
my rotating seasons persuade his cardiac arrest
the regret, rising as acid reflux
and he is consistently inconsequential to the pain
in the sad state of our gut-wrenching affairs.
I walked away that day
corpses to my ankles.
I walked away
and tripped over his thinning skin.
It broke my heart in seven places.
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