Diagnoses
I am not good in the way I want to be good,
neither yours in the way I want to be yours, no
I am staring at my hand frozen to the phone,
I am staring at my hand frozen to the phone,
hoping my kiss on your cheek burns you
all these weeks later, even after the diagnosis
and after I realize, shaking, it is selfish
all these weeks later, even after the diagnosis
and after I realize, shaking, it is selfish
the way I want you to live.
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😭 wow
This literally brought tears to my eyes
Great lines breaks and enjambment, especially those final three lines.