You open up to me.
I reach inside and pull out my connection.
All emotions, thoughts, and meanings.
I don't want to be responsible for how you allow yourself to feel.
How you allow yourself to see and breathe without me, for me.
I sew myself shut but I flushed myself out prior to.
I am not me and I am not you.
We are not us and we are not me.
I've done it incorrectly.
My insides on my out and vice versa.
My organs, dry.
My lungs, now pointless.
My heart and mind for the world to see.
All I can see is me.
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ReplyDeleteI'm such a sucker for references to organs ..and severed limbs.
ReplyDeleteSo yeah, this is also legit.