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I chased love
with some other women
but they were bags of sand
with more concern for their own
night terrors than they had
for the man in their bed

so I cut myself out

I won’t beg for love
won’t invent a god
when she prays to somebody else

I won’t beg for love

I’ll burn everything down
before I’m forgotten

that’s childish chest beating
huh?

I won’t beg

I’m as good at forgetting
as I am at being stubborn

and I’m as good at posturing
as I am at everything else

I’m all teeth and whimpers
sharp edges and soft letters

I’m inventing my own god
out of my own blood
and I’ll say sorry
when she asks what she’s
doing here