A thought of you
Is a punch in the gut
Catching your scent in the breeze
Is a cue for my body to vomit
To reject everything inside itself
Not from disgust, but pain
Memories stab and twist harder
Than should be possible
From the knife I imagine you wielding
And while I know you mean no ill will
(Consciously, that is)
That doesn't mean I don't feel every blow
Emotional and otherwise
You were just six hours away
But you grew further as I grew closer
And now that I've drawn back
I need someone to hold my hair up















Comments
That's amazing
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And idea so awesome it makes me wanna take my nuts and staple em to the fridge!
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-Fuzzy
Fuzzy: the typical emo boy, now in atypical packaging.
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And idea so awesome it makes me wanna take my nuts and staple em to the fridge!
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