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The one who tore into me with his eyes,
who fed me his laughter,
his touch,
his breath,
as if keeping me alive kept him alive too.
Now you are quiet meat,
a shadow of your own body,
and I starve beside you.
I kiss your mouth and taste only absence.
I look for the old you
and find a stranger with your bones.
I want the feast you once were
the soul that spilled into mine
without hesitation,
the you who let himself be consumed
without fear of being emptied.
You were fire in my lungs,
you were marrow on my tongue,
you were a violence I welcomed.
I ache to bite through time itself,
to split you open
and claw back the tenderness
you no longer give.
I want to sink my teeth into the old you
and not stop until I am filled
with the version of you
that burned.
Now I gnaw at memory,
and it cuts me raw,
because I would devour every ghost of you,
every fragile echo,
if it meant I could have back
the one who loved me
with ruin in his hands.
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Sam
I love this, like what the other commenter said, this is beautiful
Kati!!
This is genuinely beautiful . I feel seen in a weird way, what inspired u?
What inspired me was the grief of loving someone who vanished while standing right in front of me, becoming a stranger with the face I once called home <3
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What inspired me was the grief of loving someone who vanished while standing right in front of me, becoming a stranger with the face I once called home <3
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