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nicotine stained fingers
brush over
your protruding clavicle
and his pupils dilate
black flooding, overwhelming
the iris.
-
his hands are warm, rough
against your skin
cracked lips
kiss regret into your neck
and he will cry
silent tears.
-
kisses that taste of smoke
and desperation
will break your
heart
but you can do nothing
except watch him.
-
he will cradle you in his arms
you are
so beautiful so delicate so breakable
he whispers into your hair
and he tries to shelter
you.
-
when the change finally comes
he turns with you
and comforts
even as he is wracked
with fear anger hurt love
all for you.
-
you always said
he would be his own ruin
and when he falls
through the veil
you will
weep.