on her passing.
Fuck the fancy words
and fuck the pretty phrases;
I want to write I love you
until my lungs collapse
and my fingers
bleed with the weight of it
I want to empty every ink cartridge
of every thick-smeared pen,
to wear down laptop letters
until they fade and fall apart.
I love you
I love you
I love you
I never said it enough. but
I loved you
I love you
I’ll love you
until the very end.
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