by x.c.

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noon

CONCLUSIONS

NIGHTMARE

that girl

scraped knees and broken souls

i am not me any more

sometimes i wonder if i could ever be me again

(i doubt it)

things were different, in the morning

sometimes i wonder if they’ll ever go back

(they won’t, of course)

i say, ‘i do not think that i am stubborn’

you reply, ‘but you’re a capricorn. of course you’re stubborn’

‘you’re right,’ i conclude

(the worst part is that i believe you)

sometimes i wonder why i can be swayed so easily

most of the time i do not want to know