we were so close
that the absence of air
has become my way of living
the absence of space
has become my source of comfort
the farther you ran,
the colder my hands
-just yesterday, i learned two things. first, you prefer freedom. second, you hate selfish people.
(s.s)
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Poetry"we're so comfortable in the saddest way" prev title: all my secrets ©loved-up
