ophelia and hamlet

we both taste like the grief of growing.

your family crumbles and you crumble with it.

i pick flowers and i miss you. i'll never kiss you again if it means you'll hold my hand.

you're a walking epitaph, and you're not even gone.

like rosemary, i tear apart family pictures while my home grows strange and i snap in two.

i pick friends the way my father taught me how.

you.

you're not real.

i break alone and alone and i find answers; it's not worth it.

i don't know you anymore.

ghost on the lakeshore,

forgive me.

i let you go,

i let you go.

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we both taste like rosemary,

like the grief of growing.

i tear apart your family pictures while my family home grows strange and crumbles and i snap in two.

you crumble with it.

i pick friend the way i pick flowers and my father taught me how.

i miss you.

i'll never kiss you.

you're not real.

i break you again

alone and alone and if it means i find answers; it's not worth it.

you'll hold my hand.

i don't know you anymore.

you're a ghost on the lakeshore,

walking epitaph, forgive me.

i let you go, and you're nnot even gone.

i let you go.