don’t forget me, i beg

my limbs rejoice in the languid heat of summer.

it’s been five thousand years
and so far removed from anything
is the girl swaddled in rock t-shirts.

i’ve written words for you
into air and into skin
ink that’s seen better days
with words that mean nothing.

we could change the world
and had you whispered to me once,
life is paradise and love is art,
i would’ve believed you
only your words are imaginary
made up in my head

and so my limbs rejoice
in momentary summer
bright in the lights of burgeoning dawn
because i’ve finally realized
we were born wrong

ideals broken in ways unfixed
i love you forever,

so this is defeat?

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