Out of body, out of mine.

I was so wrapped up
in the pain of uncontrollably loving,
I hadn’t cast a thought to the future where
i’d be held from wrapping my heart
around anybody, no matter what my legs did
or the head hid. Oh it’s good like cinnamon
in the air and his face, buried there,
haunts me at 4am when I
thrill with misery and
wonder if you
miss me.

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