your legacy

You used to lay your head on my chest.
I'd kiss the top of your head, hoping to silence the stream of
worries pouring out your mouth,
to instead find the love that once eased my grumbling heart, so in need of sustenance.

But you ignorned me for the sound of your own voice.

And I ate your self-absorption, for fear of starving.

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slightly less messy than originally.


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