We know how it will end but we do it anyway
Make the same mistakes
It’s the breath you hear in your ear
While you shave carrots over the garbage disposal
And try to ignore the lips on your neck
And the picture of me in the frame behind the picture of him that sits on your desk
The pale skin I notice around your finger
The distance he hears in your voice
When you threaten to hold your breath until I kiss you
And how I laugh at you and let your face turn purple before giving in
Because we are weak
And, because we love the pain
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