He asked when I was moving, finally
when I'd go back to Ohio.
Four days. At most. Sooner, if I can get away.
Text conversations are built into silence, in silence, silently -
That eager?
Eager. Impatient. Bored.
...I see.
But tell me - why?
He said - that's easy.
I want to hurt you. Fuck you. Break you,
until there's nothing left. Until none of your friends would recognize this shell
After shaky silence
and consideration
of all that's gone before
I said okay
as long as I can still write
And he told me, babe -
I want you to give our story to the world.
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