I thought (you were) the answer

to (my life) questions

and (I was) the series

of remedies (for your pain)

(we were) so easy,

pressing on each others’ (bleeding) hearts. 

It only numbed the hurt

(thinking) we were healers

and now we’re infected (crawling)

through (shards of)
our former selves

trying to find (meaning)

(in) our mutual (destruction.)

(Your broken) promises 
still spilling from my wrists 
and (chest)

I can feel new flesh

growing (over my) bones.

(Hope) I helped you

while you made sure I

could (never) write about us becoming

(each others’) 
heroes.

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