..
i end up starving myself with food
to try to soothe the hunger u left me with
some chips for ur lips
some chocolate for ur smile
maybe some warm cofee for ur embrace
but in the end u're still far away
and u're still what i crave, so muchi need every iloveu i didnt get to say
and evey kiss i didnt place
every lil world i didn't get to craft
just for u
all the lil somethings to make u smilei would want u back
if i didnt want ur happiness
but thats what i crave the most
the fullfillment of u feeling loved..
I'm not sure if I lost weight or just let go of all this stupid masks I was holding on to in order to survive - or, rather say, complying to what my anxiety told me I needed to feel comfortable existing. I changed my skin and lost all the sensation of the past I lived being mine.
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PoezieOnly from chaos we achieve change And when you change, what do you lose Let's go head on Cover: detail from "The Garden of Death" (1896) by Hugo Simberg