it was in my viens and in my bones

deep in the marrow of soul,

you sat and wept 

about all the things that you kept 

so bottle up and inside,

but as you sat in my heart and bones

i kept tearing myself apart

to keep you okay and intact,

but little did i know 

i was going insane,

because as you cried

i got weaker,

and when you were okay

i felt the life drain from me,

because you were toxic

and i was bringing you to life.


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