save i have
to save you first
before you commit suicide
and then
i can delete
with reckless abandon,
like smoke and bridges
covered in ash
i leave
a trail of broken hearts
blazing
and smolders
in my wake
i burn them and
leave them
(in a box in my attic).
tell faulkner
dreams
make good things
to jump from.
some are heights from which
you can throw yourself
and never
hit
another dream (another
fulcrum of love)
you couldn't stand
and tears
and flames...
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