we kiss on the mouth but cough down our sleeves

but no one will ever know of this loss of mine. i’ve had it happen before, and it was always a secret injury, something i kept close and hidden. its like i’m being covertly dismantled, bit by bit. pieces of my soul being torn out in the dead of night by a stranger. how fucking eloquent, how familiar that is to me.

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