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there is blood soaked into the sand,
soaked deep into the hot, shifting earth,
and there is a silence even deeper.
this is to say i wish i never met you.
not that i didn’t love you,
that i don’t love you,
because you know that i did.
i do.
i will.
but god has tested me
and the reality of the situation is
i am covered in blood
that is very much not my own.
you would have something to say.
because you always have something to say,
and i would pretend it wasn’t funny.
and you would laugh. and i would laugh,
because i couldn’t help it.
after all, your best quality is your words.
it’s what’s kept you alive so long,
even if you insist i deserve credit for that.
i don’t. not really.
