Loving you became breathing. It was something I had to force myself to do. Some thing I had to remind myself to do some thing I was only doing for someone else. Loving you became breathing it was some thing I did out of habit not willingly. There was a time when my body couldn't stop touching yours now, I don't even recognize you came in the room. Your eyes became eyes and no longer the ocean no longer the moon. Your days no longer interested me. Your mind no longer consumed me loving you became breathing I eventually forgot it was some thing I was supposed to do.
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The live's I've lived
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and pieces of writing. That I have written over the last 2 years of my life. I've never been one to actually live. To take the risk. A lot of the things I have written are about things that have happened in my head. Or...
