Not this again

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Stiff and sore I sit below the buzz of florescent lights.
Boredom and fatigue sway in my body, forcing my mind to fade
Then, with one glance, I am filled with the sweetest of termites gnawing at my bones

Erratic and unique, my eyes can't help but document every detail you unknowingly put forth

The way you bite your lip to hide your smile, the unique warm in your eyes, your beautiful insecurities that are so obvious yet ignored

It scares me, being so absorbed with you
Sometimes I think I'd be better off not knowing how truly alluring you are

But then you glance up at me

I have so many voices that whisper constantly, telling me I should cut off every emotion, but now they're all silent

It gets hard to breathe, but it feels so intoxicating that I find myself constantly thinking of you to allow that feeling back into my lungs

Being completely separated from you, even in thought, leaves my body cold and sore
Aching for your gaze

So I wait, sitting under the buzz of white light, until I am able to get that sweet suffering you deliver
I let my limbs go numb with pain, and my mind fill with a haze of exhaustion, all so I can be struck once again

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