because it makes me miss you less.
my hands are cold,
making it impossible to grab a hold
of this situation.
its cemented this way.
but im happy for you-
we both know im far from selfish,
but im scared for her.
she needs a warning signal,
a caution note,
a disclaimer;
something so the poor thing
knows where shes headed.
or we can let fate find her
two years down the road,
broken with battle scars and
a pistol loaded with dull stars.
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