you
you will constantly
need
someone to make you whole
someone to take away
the ache
of your loneliness,
your writhing angers
a salve
to stave off the pain
tend to your abraded awareness
you
you know no other way
than to consume,
hollow out
what does not belong
to you
until
nothing
is
left
those arms that hold you
now
they are not mine
none of this is mine
cathedral songs echo
taunting your ways
and the arms of
countless strangers
fold in upon you
as you writhe
and
revel in your own agony
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