Excelsior

“Darling, you are the fever I finally broke,
You are the dark dream from which I’ve awoke.

If I’m honest, I miss how I thought of you (every now and then)
But if I’m really honest, tonight I couldn’t give a shit if my eyes ever saw you again.

You were Pain and Beauty,
Pleasure and Desire,

A well of despair,
A ghost of a spark;

The absence of fire.”

(Ever upward.)

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