I wonder when you'll miss me
when you hold your gracious sheets-
layers and layers of them at night.
and you can't sleep.
sweat discreetly dropping out of you
and back into your skin-
because of the hunger inside of you
or maybe you're just depleted,
drained with exhaustion.

and that's where i come in,
to fill all of your voids
and to balance everything out
by giving you what you lack
and when I've done so
you'll impel yourself to push me away
as i remain enamored-
by the horrible things you've done.
knowing that you'd take me back
in an instant.

I wonder when you'll miss me,
when you'd feel the discomfort
pulling the strings in your body
and tying itself to knots.
until the nostalgic feeling goes away,
do you miss me yet?
 
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