I miss the way
you taste.
I’ve been stuck
in this rut for years,
begging you look
at me.
Look what I’ve
become.
A self-loathing
animal,
I made this all
for you.
The scars remind
me of what could have been,
that I couldn’t
have loved more thoroughly,
than I had when I
was young.
The playfulness
poured out of my eyes for attention,
and you took it
all in for yourself.
Your selfish
bones,
creaking my life
away.
I dulled myself
down for your comfort.
Are you
comfortable watching me decay?
What have I
become?
A self-loathing
animal?
I made this all
for you.
Kiss me away,
I wont come back
I swear.
I’ll stay right
here,
in this same
place.
Still crying.
Still missing the
way you taste.
Remember
them
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