dramamine
in the fourth month i was still wishing it would work
rusty pennies in the hand of a tender heart must be worth more than a cent
maybe worth five months, even?
for now i straddle the line between 4 and 5
and i wonder why "i love you" is shallow
dissonant
it echos uncomfortably, rings through a room like a sound everyone knows but me
shallow, so shallow
why do i stay without more?
why and why
(i do know the answer)
titters begins my back
attention comes from everywhere
and still it's not enough?
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