Quick Edit

I can change these poems

These heart words

To private

Like they never existed

And I do.

I can’t erase these thoughts

That keep me awake

The what-ifs

The who’s nexts

The questions:

Who are you really?

Why do I make it so easy?

Why do I fall so far and hard and fast?

If I’m not worth the time

You aren’t either.

And that’s all I ever ask for

Time.

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