surrender? no. i go
until
i quake with loneliness,
with this golden desire
for you.
i keep this idea
of you
locked up like a rocket
in a locket
at my neck
and
i keep holding on, chasing after you.
clasping your little heart
upon its chain
i tug and tug until
it breaks,
red lines scored in to my neck,
but
always fighting
for the brightness, for the winner, for
you.
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