You are etched into the rocks of all my favourite places
But even so I will turn every stone and walk on
Sometimes when my brain is asleep my limbs will find
Their way onto the southernmost rock in the world
And watch the waves wash you away
You who
Gutted every string from my innards like a mutilated harpsichord
Muted me so my notes screamed within but could not ring without
We wrestled each other into the white flames of purgatory
When we burned, we burned to extinction
So find my maimed heart among the ashes
All the missing edges are for you to keep
Never let it be said that you write cheerful poetry 😛
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