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Autumn, 2013
You kiss me with all the drunken sadness you can muster, and it tastes like alcohol and desperation but I let you anyways, because for the first time in a long time it feels like you want me around. And later, while my skin is burning and you’re crying, I decide not to tell you about it when you feel better.
My skin is burning in the spots you place your fingertips and the flames are melting me down but I’m still standing up because you need me. I don’t tell you I need you too.
You shove me away and maybe I let you, because for once I feel like air can fill my lungs and the elephant stepped off my chest.
You apologize and I let you because when have I not. You cry and I apologize but I don’t know why. Later when we’re laughing like everything’s fine I feel like crying, because my skin goes back to burning even though I hate it.