I found myself under a pale spring moon
slanted
& fallen victim to my heart
fraying the shattered echos of mirrored self afflictions
a somber rush of fading green
I am entangled & drown
in the schism of a punch drunk love
Neon lights flicker in a droning haze
Giving my heart feels like such a weakness
(His breath on my neck)
I hope I can forget how to love you
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