I don’t want to wake up

And untangle your life from mine.

I don’t want to deal with


Lipstick stains,

Letters soaked in kerosene history.

I want to shove it in a drawer,

Let it rot,

Let it age,

Let it’s teeth fall out.

I don’t want to wake up

And not untangle myself from you.

I want to still smell you

On my skin,

In my bed,

In the walls of our house.

I don’t want to

Move out,

Move on,

Move away from what we used to be.

I don’t want to wake up.

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