haiku death match! HYA!
there, in one corner,
weighing 300 lbs: past
there, almost: future
past
She loved me with cuts
I still smell the death she left
It is trapped hopeless
future
I will love her like
sunrise on recycled mail
Her heart writes the truth
past
I couldn't tell why
This is just how things end up
Broken without senses
future
She smells like pressed stems
Growth lies between these pages
I will grow with you
past
She is growing now
Quickly, without me, this is
an inch too weary
future
I am growing now
Without her. She is shrinking.
I can breathe again.
I am two parts dead
one part alive, six parts there
most of me is here
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