Talking to you, ---
is like a breath of fresh air.
Just seeing your words
is like crawling back
into my own bed
after months of sleeping
on a stranger's rusty springs.
I'm bleeding, ---.
Why did you go to him?
I was coming back for you.
I swear to God
I was always coming back to you.
Why did you go away from me?
My feet are blistered and torn
I have traveled so far
to be near you.
But still I dream of you.
I dream of kissing your freckled cheeks.
I'm bleeding, ---.
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