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Nov 2017
How at this point do I even live without him...
There lies this great emotional dependency
That makes me think, maybe I am addicted
As if he were my drug, and I inject him in every vein.
Breathe him in until I no longer struggle for breath
Fill my lungs up with his smoke so I can feel again
Suffocate in his radiance until I am whole and new
Melt under the sound of his voice to feel it claw deeper into my soul
Swallow his pills of butterflies
Smell the flowers he's planted within me
Consume their seeds and cry
Let my tears be the water for flowers roots to spread further into my heart
And let bouquets spring from every orifice
And burst violently from my chest; engulfing me
Place me at the center of this garden he's grown.
Anthea
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Anthea  25/F/New York
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