Your 125 lb frame

Might have been easy to carry...

But you weigh my heart slowly.

Like a million feathers

You're a leach. 

Sapping away red plasma

I am drained,

From the pain.

You remain,

A permanent stain.

An anchor tugging the boat

Pulling further from afloat

My muscles can no longer support

My mind a magnetic rapport. 

It's hard to let go

Of the things you burden me with

When you have spiraling suction.

And the weight of her world,

A corpulent combustion.


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