Monday, January 13, 2014

debbie downer

You steal a bit of my soul
whenever I come around,
if by the off chance I'm feeling high,
you bring me down,
I raise my sails,
and you stop the wind,
I cant breathe this
stagnant air of nothingness anymore,
your negativity is contagious,
infectious,
and I have a weak immune system,
why do I even stop by?
obligation? guilt? love?
can't say for sure
but I can't think straight with this headache,
pulsing and throbbing,
get out,
stop,
run away,
I'm sorry if I've been distant lately,
I do love you,
but you're literally
killing me

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