wanting to move past this...

sunny side up...

You trickle through me
around my ankles
chained to you/r nails
or anything sharp
on offer;
your gaze
and remembering
we had agreed on forever.

you stain
this Ever concept
like i saw
red food dye on velvet
picked at it
against my skin
i cried i cried i cried
only the beauty of metal
and not the taste
only dim-lit memories
and fancies, free-like.

that shackled feeling
that we agreed on forever.

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i still feel like she owns me.
i want to fly.