specificity-

it's much too late, now.
far gone is hope of sincerity.
i've found myself attached
to this railroad track,
but i've been traveling
in the same direction
for so long.

you missed your flight,
so count the stars.
i've been on your side, lately,
but i've wronged you.
turning away,
running away.
please don't ask me why.
sometimes pretending
is harder than telling the truth.
once or twice,
this back and forth
is what i dream about.
i dreamt i was a knife,
as black as any night.
i'll sleep for a thousand years,
until you give up.
hold my hand,
and tell me,
"this is the end."

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ghost town.
to begin again.
i'd like to toast,
to you,
for being so
outwardly,
horribly,
and beautifully
poised.
if you find out,
you can't define
all the paths to take.
just don't leave.
i'm not sure what
material they used
to make you,
your hair and your skin,
but maybe your
fate is stones.
earth and brilliance.

but where does the earth
obtain brilliance,
but from the sky.
lay down your head,
close your eyes so that
you cannot see.
so that you can see
everything.

we are not the same.