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Some times I worry that you died and woke up in my head.
I know that you’re in there, planting your gardens and paving your paths
I’m existing in a maze of you. Every thought’s been overwritten. The hard drive is full.
Your tea cups have fallen and the broken porcelain is eating away at the soles of my feet as I’m stumbling to the take steps you told me to.
I’m choking on your breath and holding your tongue.
I’m losing feeling in my limbs and my shoulders are crumbling under the weight of the life we’re supposed to be living.
You were the sun and your absence has set my world on fire.
I’ll meet you in the ashes.
~emma grace













