I drive my fist into the face
of another beautiful day
when it changes
let it
it's supposed to be
like this
kind of happy
kind of lost
kind of broken
kind of sweet
my love is
a permanent,
bruise
admire it in
the mirror
think of me after
i've gone
a bee- sting
a car- crash
i charge at each day
each love
each word
each you
as if it were my
last
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