I might want you, I
perhaps
need it.
I would not want this fate, I may decide
,
finish this novel.
I could, copiously
pour ink
to stop the flow of thoughts and outline on the white
end.
suddenly breached
and destroy all small, meaningless
desire and loneliness.
I could destroy the dam built to contain
anxiety I have for you.
I could open up a crack
already appeared
and see the unbearable weight of
you scroll down and trample that
's Left of Me.
I would
alene ...
I could ...
Se ...
If only I could, if only
wanted rid of you
really.
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