It's settled in my mind-
The idea that spreads like wildfire, Engulfing me in its flames.
To which my paranoia is fed
From the fumes and smoky air.
Losing things one by one-
I'm scared to know
What I lose next.
Because even if I'm in the process of losing myself or if I already did, I can't lose him. But the flames burn whatever I have left. I fear they might burn him too.
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Polaroids Lost in Time
PoetryOriginal poems, short stories and lost polaroids. Some sad and others bittersweet.
