but the way it felt
that was another
me
the way it felt I can still remember looking into your sunken eyes begging you for a taste
I can make it feel again
easy
But impetus
dissolves inside the memory of hurt
can you catch me?
I think now
you see me, not dressed or made up for anyone
raw, bare. not destroyed, breathing my days as if they are days not spaces to lose to hold to see
I’m no fun
I do not want to be fun to perform for you or anyone
yes, it was fun
I wish I were fun
but living is enough
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