a familiar jealousy

broken heir to a perfect throne
keep grasping at whatever’s beautiful,
whatever’s within reach –

but you are beautiful.

at least in this moment,
though soon to pass
history repeats itself
but i won’t
so remember

love is 
as blind
as you are to those you give it to,
as weak 
as your memories conjuring,
as strong 
as you are willing to be.

so keep to your penthouse,
staring at foreign dignataries
wondering when they will leave,

and actually stay for once.

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