a month ago i swore off of
loneliness,
promising myself i would love only myself.
the antithesis of isolation is not relation, it is
reciprocation
that which it hurts to not receive
that which fills up my empty spaces with dull aching
hollowing my body from the inside-out,
making room for pain and fear and self-indulgence you
abandon to carry inside of me.
Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 7:26 AM UTC
a month ago i swore off of
loneliness,
promising myself i would love only myself.
the antithesis of isolation is not relation, it is
reciprocation
that which it hurts to not receive
that which fills up my empty spaces with dull aching
hollowing my body from the inside-out,
making room for pain and fear and self-indulgence you
abandon to carry inside of me.
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