please, don't worry
about me love, I know
you've seen
where I have gone
and where I'm headed,
further down
you've seen the worst
rock-bottom, now
and climbed back hard and sharp, up cliffs
that cut and bled your knees and hands
and wrists
and fingers, stubbed your toes
and lips
you climbed
you know, you know
it's treacherous
it hurts your heart
to see and fear me
heading down
don't worry, love
when I hit rock
I'll stop
fill lungs
and drown.
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