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We would have imploded.

Given enough years
with enough anger,
we would have drowned our love,
strangled it to death,
because you are destructive
and so am I.

We contain these sorrows
below our skin
and soak up pain
with our knees.
We would have burned black
the beauty that we made,
those moments
where we were free,
where there was nothing but
sun-soaked hands tangled with hands
and happy was too small a word
to hold this joy.

We would have destroyed all of that
if I had remained,
if you had returned.

The aftermath
would have baked sweet into sour
and I would not see your face
the way I do now.

We would have imploded
because love like this
burns hot and quick
and we were never meant to survive.



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