Lover

I’ll quit.
I’m not going to be pretty, I’m not going to be nice.
I’ll just quit.
I’ll fall apart, I’ll be anxious. I’ll make quick steps.
I’ll be raw.

I’m going to quit you.
I’ll be circumcised. Cut from the cord.
Craving the glory. Desperate and lovely.
Breaking the bond. Breaking our hearts.

I’ll do it.
I’ll fall apart just to pull my own pieces back together.

Always to start again.

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