oldshit written november 30th 2024
and so what? if this
heartsize swells with
the rush of the wind?
so what if i would, gladly,
love to death. sue me.
the world would choke
without air. i have
these eyes to flood,
these lips to scream,
these limbs to thrash
and throw. teeth to chip
and room to grow.
what won't you deny?
cutting carbs or holding
your tongue like you aren't
born to speak, and to eat.
a martyr without a cause
is just someone dead
but pain is proof that love
was there. will you die,
or won't you live?
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