Girlfriend

Chills run the length of my warm strength,

Chills run the length of my warm strength, casting a net,
fishing plenty, keeping innocence at a standstill.
A shout in the dark passed the thought of drilling her fury in a shallow grave.
To bury the hatchet.
To drown her insecurity in a pool of apathy.
To take back the forest of chivalry that escaped my lips.

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