he is killing me

you are a fire breathing dragon

you are cancer

you are disease

you are the scar

that never seems to leave

you are the punches 

and i am the bag

you are the one 

that captures the flag

you are always in the back

of my head

the head i lay on my bed

you are the tears 

that i constantly shed

you are the words 

i wish i had left unsaid

you are the clothes 

that hang on me like thread

you are all the monsters 

hiding under my unmade bed


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