Codependence
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The boy was corrupting her like a leech stuck to her skin
But she didn’t know any better so she stuck by him
She started changing slowly, didn’t even notice
Drunk on old fashions, the wind takes a breath
And exhales all his anger through golden
Red leaves, falling to her pathetic wreath;
Hands bleached like old Bluebeard's, he's stuck within
I am entering her body.
I am quite full of myself.
She doesn't hesitate to let me in.
She welcomes me.
She always does.
Every second we spend osculating,
constantly coupling in the summer heat,
I thought about what it would be like
Without you.
I thought about how that would change me
For flowers bloom and trees root
With the beckoning of spring,
And the chills of winter
If I had it my way…
I would pass back over the infinite abyss of rocky, tortuous paths
Of Failed Attempts to Save Your Wretched, Reckless Soul
And frantically collect the pieces of me I've lost along the way,
I look out the window at the quiet absence,
In the stillness of a dull summer night,
I smell the chlorine in my hair as I bite its frail ends.
Its sunny color washed out by the moonlight,
He didn’t understand
That I was waiting for him,
Waiting for him to come back,
And I didn’t understand
That he was already gone.
He was in some far away place
Out of my sight,
But not out of my mind.
