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Mar 2018
I’m drunk on pills
Feeling an attack on the back of
My head
Getting louder
Who’s there?
It’s him.
What’s that?
Everything you could never say.

I dream of living in a place
Where I can tell you how much I’ve thought
About you
Where every painting
Music written
Smile given
Is equivalent to how much I write about you
How much I think about you
If you ever found me
My heart
It’d be
The start
Of the end
“We’ve been over this”
You said
We never really spoke of it again

Our breakup hung heavy
It lightened up
But I still wonder
If it haunted your shoulders
The way it haunted mine
Whispering in your ears all the reasons
You could never be happy.
The Willow
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The Willow
   Megan H
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