Infection

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Here's a poem I wrote while frustrated by my own lapse in independence.

Submitted: November 02, 2017

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Submitted: November 02, 2017

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I’m not used to being the kid

Craving your attention.

I hate the thought that you were mine,

Feelings of my invention.

 

I wish I didn’t care at all,

Hate my mind debating.

Erase the words I said to you,

They’re all humiliating.

 

I must not even cross your mind

When you can’t sleep at night.

You’re constantly slipping away.

How do I put up a fight?

 

You make me want to pause my life,

And for a moment I

Don’t mind if you won’t do the same.

Say what you need, I’ll supply.

 

I hate you stringing me along,

But I don’t want to stop.

And you don’t even realize

I hung on to every drop.

 

I hate that you infect my thoughts.

I can’t do anything,

Everything reminds me of you.

Reality’s unravelling.

 

Was I that easy to forget?

Did I do something wrong?

How did you mean the things you said

Since you didn’t stay that long?

 


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