Get Out

i feel you in my

          bones

you are the breath caught

   in my lungs

and running through

  my       veins

and maybe thats why

 i find myself

       running

the blade across my

      skin

trying to get every last bit

  of you

                                   out.

This poem is about: 
Me

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