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i have heard your words before

i suppose one could laugh at this, or one could tear out the hair on the back of one’s neck

i have heard your sweetness before

and when you say you are comfortable in this moment

that everything feels so right

i swallow back years of identical phrases

which flowed out of my mouth and out of the mouths of others,

all words which came to rest on the floor, soggy, overused, finished, done.

and you’re the only girl i’ve ever met who…

the only girl to…

the only girl who would…

the only girl…

and I’m lying, sitting, standing there thinking

why aren’t you the only boy? why aren’t you the only boy? (and/or are these only your lies?) why aren’t you the only boy? why aren’t you the only boy? (the only only i know is in the word lonely)

so your words

your pretty flying words

they float in the air

like weak butterflies

and i prophecy their death

because your words are hardly yours

they’re underweight and nearly stillborn –

if you stop to catch your breath

they sink to the floor, soggy, overused, finished, done.

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