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The thought of you makes me sick. Knowing that you're still here, It feels like you're always at my back. Like there's whiskey breath down my neck. I mistake other girls for you. Wavy dark hair, Heavy-handed makeup, I wonder if they regret their faces Like I do. In the pit Of my stomach, I am empty. Feasting on whatever Sweet nothings I can gather. After you left me, Hungry. I am slow to eat, To sleep... With a girl Would be to Replace you... I wish I had never met you. Every day I am betrayed By want. I lust for The best of you And I hate The rest. Part of me still loves you. And that's the part I hate. I try to abandon her, But she is relentless. I reach for lipless faces And my kisses fall, tasteless. I look for eyes across a room, And find my sight Fades to black. The crook in my nose Cracks open. All I smell is rust. I cannot face you. My face goes numb. My skin is see-through. People are asking me If I'm sick.
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Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 1:48 PM UTC
Sick
The thought of you makes me sick. Knowing that you're still here, It feels like you're always at my back. Like there's whiskey breath down my neck. I mistake other girls for you. Wavy dark hair, Heavy-handed makeup, I wonder if they regret their faces Like I do. In the pit Of my stomach, I am empty. Feasting on whatever Sweet nothings I can gather. After you left me, Hungry. I am slow to eat, To sleep... With a girl Would be to Replace you... I wish I had never met you. Every day I am betrayed By want. I lust for The best of you And I hate The rest. Part of me still loves you. And that's the part I hate. I try to abandon her, But she is relentless. I reach for lipless faces And my kisses fall, tasteless. I look for eyes across a room, And find my sight Fades to black. The crook in my nose Cracks open. All I smell is rust. I cannot face you. My face goes numb. My skin is see-through. People are asking me If I'm sick.
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Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 1:48 PM UTC
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