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Today, I find myself drawn to yet another “tortured artist type” like a fool.

the byronic hero, apparently my type.

M waits as I read his poems, it's silent in the room and I feel pressure to react, but reading his words for the first time, I am delighted. I've never met anyone my own age who could write like this, or uses the word "autosarcophagy" in casual conversation, but that’s the allure of the hyper-literate. And what a perfect word to describe the cycle of self destruction--an Oroboros snake, tail in mouth.

In the night, we bruise each other, kiss and bite until our lips are bleeding, he tells me his definition of sex. His body is foreign, uncharted territory

We halt for December break.
lyrics
Winter fucked us over in the end
Trapped within our families
Only a reminder
Of every little failure
Separating us from all of them

Your messages are lighting up my phone
There's so many good things to read
And someday we'll go thrifting
How promising and thrilling
Still I wonder, what can all this mean?

How romantic
Are we lovers?
I hope you don’t find me naive
But I revel
In the sheer un-
certainty
Send me pictures
I’ll be lonely
When this fire dies. the faded memory
Will outlast you
It’ll keep you
As you were

Doesn't really matter what we are
I don't want to get in too deep
I'll be like my father
With photos of old lovers
Filling up the shoebox in my chest.

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