december fifth

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you don't recognize me as human.
you love me again.
and for months, months that felt like years, i begged you to love me again.
i held off on my life, my thoughts were void unless you were in them.
i wanted to be your teddy bear,
but i'm not a stuffed animal you can play with and then get tired of and throw in the closet.
When the day comes to clean out your skeletons and you find the memory of me, of us, you can't decide to just want to play with me again.
my arms have flesh, not stuffing.
i don't bend and twist like a teddy bear,
i have bones.
a skeletal figure.
a skeletal figure that doesn't want to lie next to you in a graveyard for eternity with a shared last name.

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