when we are apart
it hurts
as we don't remain
in visceral physicality
but what salts the wound
is you
because I'm not sure
you are affected
by my absence
the way I am
by yours
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Brain Dump
PoetryIf I write a poem, it goes here. A collection of thoughts, dreams, fears, and whatever else I see in my brain. TW: mentions of sexual assault, suicide, depression, anxiety, self harm
distant
when we are apart
it hurts
as we don't remain
in visceral physicality
but what salts the wound
is you
because I'm not sure
you are affected
by my absence
the way I am
by yours
