I'd rather be awkward than jaded
I've seen what that cancer does to your mouth
ties your tongue in knots that won't come out.
I've been chasing your name for consecutive summers
been running in place while you made your escape
you ran far away
so I killed you with kind words
and buried you in my notebook
a shallow grave.
the daft epitaph you've been hiding in your face.
Fairfax's a casket that you'll never want to leave.
You say you never felt that way
but you never felt the weight disappear.
Cursive, under your breath
"I'm just sleepless."
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