poison

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"I feel empty."
wisphers the poison in me
"I can't feel anything."
screams the loneliness
"I'm not able to feel that way."
says the voice
this permanent noise
that sound in my head
makes my senses turn red
and late in bed
I think about the time we had
all the moments we shared
how I never cared
what you said before
as you closed the door
to our future
but now I know
I know what's true
because the poison, baby
was always you.

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