you tell me you'll just fall
but don't just
fall.
on.
me.
and you have me on call
but asking to dial back feels cold
so bitter,
fly down,
sky's down,
stomachs drop—
on the floor
where we go—
in every end,
ends in stall.
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Author:
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- Comment from author about the poem: If someone knows what they're doing is harmful yet fails to change, they're partly to blame. Right? Or should we even blame?
- Category: Sad
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