Your the first person I've ever met,
Who's afraid of what you crave.
You push it away.
While fighting for it.
You spit in it's face.
While hugging it.
You scream in it's ears.
While comforting it.
You're the first person I met,
who cried when they couldn't get what they want.
When it was right outside your door, sobbing.
Crying to get in.
You're the first person I met,
Who sickened me to no end.
While I scratched to get in.

A poem, for old times sake.

Things are okay. In some areas great. In others just blah. I'm focusing on the great ones. Cause that's how my boat floats, yo.

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