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Love Is Cannibalism

I ask you again,

before you’ve even finished reassuring me,

for the thirteenth time,

I ask you if I’m awake,

existing in a time,

where someone truly adores me.

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I rest my head,

on all the scenarios I have seen,

in my overactive, overexcited imagination,

asking myself why I can’t sleep,

why I can’t breathe,

why am I walking into woe for the hundredth time?

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I sing my self through sad sweetheart hours,

pathetic and peering at my phone,

wasting all my wishes,

on texts and kisses,

that form a candy trail,

into your forest,

where I will meet my demise,

and frankly,

I will be relieved that it’s all over.


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