Your Fort

Stop visiting me, dear

It’s too late now

My lungs have fallen

onto the butterflies

in the basement

Stop smiling at my

misery. It’s just fate how

you’re so whole when

I taper.

Oh did I tell you

that fort that you built-

with blankets of delusion,

fairy lights and bones

It’s in ruins now

albeit with a smile

scary how it caved in so quickly

Like my lungs but it’s fine

Stop coming by, sugar

you’re too sweet for my gut

Take your bones and the butterflies,

I'm tired of calling it mine.

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-samjam. hello. esteemed reader, thanks for coming back for another poem :))

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