Poetry | Verge

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Promiti Debi | Senior Staff Illustrator

By Genna Edwards, Senior Staff Columnist

what counts is i am not a victor — i am losing

but i’m writing it all down, all the chasing, the confusion 

all the bruises and the ruins

she can’t love me, okay — moving

on means going faster

(i avoided a disaster)

and i’ll stay up all night 

writing lines to make it matter

 

i could rip her heart out

and shove it down her throat

don’t test me i’ll do it

test me — she won’t

 

don’t tell me it’s “quite easy” being on your own

i wouldn’t know

the ghosts follow me home

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