at times I'm reminded of what it feels to live inside of me
because the other days I can't draw the lines where I end and you start to beI'm hollow — a vessel of meloncholy
little creatures dwell within me ominouslyconstantly grasping at the mayhem
they creep into my thoughts and dreams
disturbing my peace
disrupting my seemsthey cling to me like a parasite
feeding on my fears
igniting my frightbut when your warmth wraps around me
the darkness lifts and I can clearly see
I can feel your love;
hear my heart beat
with you by my side
I fear no strife
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Throes of Spring ✔️
Poesie[FEATURED] godhood is just like girlhood: a begging to be believed