Refuse

How much space do I have for tragedy?
Real estate is prime between the first and seventh rib
Will the pieces settle down with gravity
Or are the edges sharp, and will they gut me from within?

The average human life-span's nowhere near enough to satisfy
The monumental tower of plans I have for you and I
So sweetheart, be careful when you drive

How much of me is actually you?
How much of you is in my bones and everything my fingers do?
And, should we check your insides, I suspect that you and I would find
Corresponding pieces of me, too

Typically, men die seven years or so before their female partners
But statistics don't mean answers; family history of cancer
And you're already eighteen months ahead

So darling do your steps and eat your vegetables
I don't plan on answering these questions for a long, long time
When I can say the loss was worth the gain
And memories left between us insulate against the pain

No one ever told me just how much there is to lose
Or how, basically, we're all set up for failure
So love, do me a favour
When death knocks: refuse



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Writer(s): Jasmyne Middleton
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