perhaps they stole you from
perhaps they stole you from you
inserting themselves in your arms
so there’d be no room for you to comfort yourself
leaving your heart vulnerable
your head putty in their hands
your eyes locked on theirs
perhaps you knew
perhaps while you fade into darkness
a light sparks in your head
of all the sirens blaring in your face
that you chose to ignore
putting off the dangers to only hold something close
perhaps you are the only who held your head under
perhaps it’s been such a long time since you seen yourself
you don’t recognize it
perhaps your neglected being couldn’t stand watching
you loving something more than yourself
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