Thanks to one

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I come to you with each blood shot eye,

Stolen willingly from each sleepless night,

And nails that are bitten to the core, *

Past all thoughts of replace. *

 

The blood thirsty gashes in my skin grow shallower with each passing day,

And deep in my futile mind,

Immortal darkness runs free amongst those barren planes.

 

Whispers come tumbling from the ebbing ember inside,

As you clasp me closer breaching unset boundaries,

Remove the rain tricking down this disguise behind which I live,

And momentarily dislodge the justified judgment that this dull, fruitless life is worthless.

 

But this isn't * a relationship.

This isn't romance.

This isn't passion.

This isn't lust,

And this isn't being in love.

 

This is just a friendship.

This is an understanding.

This is comfort.

This is safety.

This is sanity.

 

This is us.