to be loved is a fucked up thing.

to have it, and then have it taken away…where do i begin…

when i was a kid, i would pull charcoal embers out of the grill with tongs

and lay them into plastic cups of water,

and watch the battle.

now im older and that burning, life creating ember

is in my chest

and its killing me.

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