i know i don't need him, but i want him.
and wanting him feels like he's the air that fills my lungs and i can't breathe.
wanting him feels like chasing something that's always a little bit ahead of me.
wanting him feels like i'm not complete and he's the only one that can ever be the other piece.
and maybe i'm suffocating, maybe i'm running for eternity, and maybe i'm not complete.
but i don't need him.
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poetry for the poetic: 5
Poetrythis is my fifth poetry book on this profile! please check out my other 4 x thank you for reading ❤️
