this silver siren has had a long, rough road
and with every corner withdrawing,
because people can be so cold
cuddling into my pillows or reading my favorite book
learning to direct my attention to softer things,
& for a while, I'm off the hook
dissecting people's actions is like hand in the flame
burning and singing, slow torture is the game
I've learned to swiftly disentangle from situations that raise red flags
& sometimes I fear that at 17, I already loved the best man I ever had
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