Tangled
I wrapped myself In thorns
And then hated everyone Who tried to touch me .I no longer know if it’s your voice I keep hearing, or if it’s even your scent that still clings to my skin. Maybe you’re now more fantasy than memory. just a collection of wants
I poured into a man. I’ve already watched you go. Made plans. Prepared my heart.
I know
how to deal with the leaving. It’s the staying
I’m not ready for.
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