lately I've been thinking
way too much and
especially, terribly
so much about you
Why is it that you
can't jus turn into
a literal spectre
instead of only
ghosting me?
am I forever forsaken
destined to in all ways
be sickly haunted?
possessed even
I don't wanna know
I don't choose to
care but control is
not mine to have
I walk across hot coals
you walk on water
with the most natural grace
I stumble, stagger, and
burn for you in my
pursuit pointless
my orchard will prove fruitless
I shall starve in slow lay
a painful pathetic dying way
scratches to ashes,
rust to dusk
shriveled to husk
without a single last bite
of the forbidden apple
that could have stopped
and spared my decay
I know it's wat
was most knee dead
I can feel it sharp
in my bones
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