clingy
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Something here isn't right
Don't blow up my phone when I'm asleep at night
I can't be talking to you all the time
My life isn't yours, it's mine
Quit asking what I'm doing every ten minutes
She sat on the shelf
Unchanging,
By herself,
Always there,
Her golden eyes,
Vague and unseeing;
Blind.
She's sat alone
For longer
Than I've known,
You’re showing up everywhere nowadays
I’m seeing pieces of you in everything I do
Every breath, every step, every thought
You, you, you
I couldn’t be more infatuated with you
An impossibility, it seems
I felt its presence in the room
That leering, awkward warmth that it brings with it gives it away
The way it can't resist touching my eyes
Reaching in my throat
