by Betmae
Our hearts are one I breathe your breath Organs intertwined But you feel smothered Believe the optimists You can survive with a Surgical separation Will live your life Independently Deign to visit If you want Can’t convince you otherwise Scalpel is excruciating I am mortally wounded No will to go on Don’t last a day before withering After frolicking and cavorting you Feel incomplete and look back But I am dust and Can no longer bond
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