grown accustomed.

my heart beats

to the rhythm of your favorite song.

my mouth utters

the lines of your favorite book.

my eyes, they glimmer

to every sight your name.

my hands, though further away

always try to find yours.

 

you mold yourself

to the curves of my edges.

i inspire

the air you expire.

the world i see,

is only through the eyes of yours.

 

i have grown accustomed to you

in fact

you have grown in me

gradually engulfing what’s left of me.

 

and when you’re done,

devouring,

every piece of me

every chamber of my heart

every nerve-wires and blood canals

you leave,

and left me

with my broken remains.

 

I daydream of big fantasies, and wander away from reality.
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