I can feel it consuming the reddest parts,
turning whole parts grey.
I lay on a mirror,
hoping to see a reflection of a soul I once knew.
Someone like me.
But there lies a problem
like a pebble buried under boa constricting sand.
No part of me, is ready to give this up.
No part of me can sit still long enough
to hear a heartbeat,
to melt with someone
to lay next to anyone.
I am restless, without a doubt.
Obnoxiously numb, and fearfully forgetful
of all the times
you were laying with me,
but your heart was resting some place else.
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