//She.//
When I'm all alone
it is easy;
Easy to let you go
Easy to be strong
Easy to be this independent
and reckless
and unchained
But–
how did I become so weak?
Catching a glimpse of you
is enough to make me obsess again;
I am not like this
Screw you and your smirks
Screw the way you hug her
and kiss her
and love her
Screw this all
and screw these god damn feelings.
But when the sun rises
and I see your face again
I shiver.
Every piece of me shivers.
And–
what have I become?
Why does your silhouette always burn
in the back of my mind?
I hate this all
Because it's killing me;
The heat of your presence
is burning my essence out
And–
what have I become?
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