journal · poetry

Point of View

You’ve gotten so
under my skin
I’m inhaling out
and exhaling in
you’re stealing my time
and feeding me lies
that saturate
that penetrate
that mock me.
You’ve gotten so
unbearably near
I’m twisted around
and shaking with fear
you’re killing my love
and shaping me numb
you did it
you did it
I’m gone.

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