Wednesday, 15 June 2022

How long must I keep writing about you,
for this wound to heal! 
Even in the pitch dark you pushed me into,
I can only remember the light which was you.
I want to crumble inside you
like a dying wet spider 
and I want your face to be the last thing I see. 

The love I have for you has sharp edges 
and it hurts me. 

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