the fact of the matter is simply that,
a fact,
that i am the one left behind this time, you
went ahead and replaced me
we used to be a synecdoche, the parts in the sum of the whole,
what i thought i couldn't live through losing.
i just need someone to believe in
because that person isn't me anymore.
you have met more interesting, honest people and
i still cower from your truths, avoidance
snip, snip, i'm losing touch with gravity and
i haven't found anything else to anchor to,
except stone god fantasies, calculus,
and sweating naked in front of eager eyes.
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