they don’t spill your relapse secrets or the seething insecurity that drove you to unhinged depths of deception prying through years of my history as if they were yours
they leave out the part about how it wasn’t enough how you called this wildfire love how it burned everything it touched
these pictures are schizophrenic capturing the most beautiful alluring moments of the worst time of my life if i look at them long enough squint my eyes the damage gets blurry they are not a lie not exactly they are the half truths we told ourselves to stay the part of you and i that hoped that tried that gave it our all
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