You sit inside me like a growing tumour

Hurting at every movement

Can’t eat

Can’t sleep

Can’t die

- Yet -

You sit across from me staring like a tiger

Stripes on your skin…


I knew them once…

Now they fall decadently over your pale fragile skin

You’re the same… yet eerily different

My love – it’ll always be the same

Your love – will forever be left broken

The End

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