I can raise sixty kilos above me
Five times, but cannot raze your weight
From my chest.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx Heavy, turgid – an
Imaginary version of you
I cling to like a child desperate
To be loved.
xxxxxxxxxxx No more tears
Will I cry for you. You’re destroying
This, whatever it might have been
By being an arsehole.
I have nothing more to say to
xxxxxxxxxx Grow up.
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