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“

I.
When I think of your heart, I think of a snakebite to
the chest.

II.
Uncountable lifetimes ago there was an empire in
Egypt. We burned the libraries. We destroyed the
temples. Everything that was beautiful then is lost
to us now.

III.
These days, poetry is the only language I know how
to speak. But you speak anthropology. You speak
hieroglyphs. You spend your life studying things I
only bury in metaphors.

IV.
When I think of my heart, I think of stone tombs.

V.
Last year, they found Cleopatra’s palace sunk deep
in the Mediterranean sea. But anything they could
learn from the ruins of her home is not worth empty-
ing oceans for.

“

There are days I want to track down God,
point to my life, and yell
“None of this was part of my Goddamn plan!”
But I know he’d just shrug and say, “I’m sorry.
I never meant to give the impression that this
would be easy. I know none of this
is easy.

But that’s why I invented time. It’s a slow,
steady promise. If you just hold on,
just white knuckle grip keep breathing,
time will take you far enough away
from anything. It’s a blessing.
It will heal you if you let it.

“

Why hold on to memories like open blades?
They will only cut your palms.

kirability: So I made a fistof my heart, hopingthrowing the first punchwould leave me stronger - Clementine von Radics
“

Promise me this: when you finally leave me, you’ll
get creative. Tell me I was more disappointing than
your childhood. Send me your bloody ear with a letter
saying “I’ve got to Gogh. You’re making me crazy.”
I am hard to love but know this much: you are the
only thing I like doing more than writing poems.