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YouMe Aug 25
Whoever I was before has long since expired,
Forgotten and buried in an unmarked grave.

You planted roses in my collapsed chest,
Sunflowers in my sunken eyes.

You cast my wilted petals to the wind.
Your gentle hands trimmed me of my thorns,
You made a beautiful bouquet of my corpse.
YouMe Aug 25
I have found it hard to write about how I should feel.
I don't know anymore, the familiar numb a dull ache.
A warm blanket that coddles me in my nights spent staring at the ceiling.
I am akin to a frog in boiling water, stood long enough that the meat has sloughed from my bones.
I am a skeleton of my former self.
One that doesn't know where to go.
YouMe Aug 25
There are days I wish I could forget
what it means to love.
It would make remembering your smile,
the way you would cover your mouth and blush to hide it.
So much less painful.
YouMe Aug 25
Treasure me like a favorite sweater.
Ragged and worn through.
Tucked away and periodically forgotten.
I'll always be there for you when you find me.
YouMe Aug 25
When I sleep, you're with me.
And everything we could ever want follows.
I've woken up, confessions unsaid.
Your side of the bed lays empty.
YouMe Aug 25
I could live off nothing but your lips.
Whether it be through words or yours pressed against mine.
The smile it brought me seeing you happy after each one.
Was enough to keep me fed for days.
YouMe Aug 25
If only I could mail you kisses,
I would overflow the mailbox with letters addressed to your lips.
If only my arms were long enough that I could hold you from miles away.
If only you were close enough that I could feel the vibrations of your voice singing me to a sweet peace.
If only,
If only,
If only.
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