words come easy, I
never struggle to speak but
conversation is
cold, empty, hollow
angry and mean is the mask
pressing against my
face me, I want to
scream at you, make you listen
you won’t hear me, you’re
gone are your words and
wishes, blown to the wind, lost
you thought you were in
love isn’t something
people feel for me, I’m an
idea, I’m cold to
touch me, I’m aching
your absence is felt keener
than any kiss from
you aren’t mine, I don’t
belong, should you leave me I
could not stand it, stop
AIMEE TACON 
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