i didn't believe in destiny binds
until i met him
and ours began to suffocate me.
red string of fate
umbilical cord of a love born
from pure things, good things
the act of loving gently
somehow makes me
the least gentle i
can remember myself being.
a soul tie
is a curse
a full Brazilian wax treatment
even when i am pulled off of you
there are pieces of you stuck to me
and embedded
in my being
before him
i didn't really do
"love, but actually"
people came and went
and i came and went
he is
the hair on my head
and the meat on my bones
we are separable;
though i want nothing less than
to lose his presence surrounding me
he is the sequence in my genetic code
that makes me human
i am a parasite clinging to his;
what do i give you
that you couldn't get better
somewhere else?
i am nothing
if not
what you make
me.
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