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She gave me a six foot copper wire
Infused with delicate lights
That glowed like small, rosy Suns.

Little does she know
That I bathe in this faint light
And I am no longer afraid
Of the Dark.
A marvelous friend gave me a copper wire that powered tiny LED lights. I never told her what it meant to me.
Trapped within a crowd,
Never in my life I felt
So isolated.
A haiku to describe what my existentialism did to me. To all who understand this feeling too well, may you find happiness like I did.
Much like a small pearl
Refined by the ocean's waves,
Her flaws were heaven.
Don't.
Don't touch me if you only want
To know what it feels like to **** with my head.
Don't caress my cheek if all you desire
Is the sensation of my skin.
Don't even think about gripping your hand
Over my mouth just because you think it would make a marvelous joke.
If I hand you something, don't take my fingers with yours
So you can keep up your reputation.
Stop looking into my eyes if all you are searching for
Is a reflection of your emotions.
And I need you to stop pulling me into your arms.
Just stop taking me in,
Stop cradling me,
Don't trace my spine and shoulders with your fingers,
Don't embrace my little body,
Don't try to trick me into thinking that you care about me.
Don't you dare say that you love me,
Because you don't mean it.
Based on the overheard words of a Stranger fighting against someone who was clearly poison to her.
The air rushes out of my lungs,
Making an involuntary exodus;
Or rather, this bad news purges the air from my body.

Purges?

It tackles my breath and-
It grabs the oxygen and forces it-
It shoves the wind right out-

This calamity leaves me unable to say how I feel.
I can't breathe without
A crescendo of panic
Crashing into my lungs
Like a flood of salty, bitter water.
Your absence weighs down on me like... Like atmosphere.
Yet being with you
Seems to absolutely crush me.
Why?

— The End —