as I write your name on a mug,
and smash it against the wall.
This is me selfish,
with my hands around your wrists.
This is me lonely,
ever-flowing, irrational, leech.
This is me angry.
This is me drama queen.
This is me greedy, always needy.
Open bones, endless questions,
chocolate-dipped anxiety.
This is me desperate,
this is me starving.
Poisonous disease.
This is me wanting,
more, more, and always more."
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