those beautiful nights
when art was our perfect drug
when our hearts hung out on our sleeves
when we were future king and queen
soon to arrive

when on one of those dark nights
a fist cracked against my skull
sucker punched by self-righteous love
betrayed into oblivion
when I awoke you were gone

rumination, 2021

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