There’s no finding yourself until you lose it all first

but they don’t tell you that when you’re young and you bet they don’t teach that in school

the thing is, this breath I breathe feels too long while it lasts and too short when it quits

and he’ll never appreciate the laugh in my throat

until he no longer hears it,

next to his warm earlobes.



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