love is for quitters
pale-stricken warmth harboring addictions
fed like a family pet
and grown in spite of you
where my eyes tear for days
and mouths water for seperation
days fade into a third of my life
a stage that never knew of the crumbling
and so continued
until reminiscing tattled
and pointed its finger in hesitant discovery
so there we stood knee deep in nothing
redefining ALONE
to find my home
define alone



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