ice melting onto concrete
tears scouring for fingers
to wipe them away if they’d ever come
i don’t smile all the time
but i never cry
river searching for ocean
stars exploding in silence
when i die no one will hear my last breath
echoing in the cave of rotting corpses which is my body
all i have is dead loves festering within me
beauty is subjective
and so is love
i wonder if i’ll be remembered
like i remembered all of you
ice melting onto concrete
water searching for soil to be reborn again
that is all i am
a dead flower wedged in between graves
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