what you see when theyre not looking
is a heart thats been burnt
by self inflicting heat
carbonized by the past.

what you feel when theyre not touching
is a mind thats been marred
by the poison of “should be”‘s
worsened by disgrace.

what you taste when theyre not feeding
is a spoiled piece of love
rotten by the distance
suffocated by the barred.


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