If you stay and take away this pain, I’ll let you be the glare inside the corner of my eyes.
But if you go you’ll be the tiny bits of marrow splattered on my bones…
And you will forever be the limb that I have
Lost.
The lingering sensation left hanging by your unannounced
goodbye.
There’s a hole inside my heart that waits for your return.
I am so lost without you.
So in the meantime, let me feel the Goosebumps on my forearm as it brushes underneath your skin.
My head still shouts your name.
If you stay and take away this pain, I’ll let you be the glare inside the corner of my eyes.
But if you go you’ll be the tiny bits of marrow splattered on my bones…
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