Last Youth

do you still feel it in your chest. the way it did when you were once sixteen and life was a mystery to you but you were free from the fear or the grasp of the dying future.

do you still wrap your arms around those people who once told you that they had been in love with you?

i know, you don’t anymore.

maybe that galvanic sparks and butterflies no longer resides under your tainted ribs.

you are lost in between the delirium and the futility of what or whom you couldn’t be over the years, you spent weeping over people who made you feel you weren’t worthy of this body.

but remember love once stayed within you. and maybe it is still there, quietly breathing in between your broken parts.


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