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  • Priscilla Alonzo


You leaving,

was like striking a knife in my thigh.

But having you in my life

was like pulling it out.

You made poison

become my oxygen.

So much so, that the more I inhaled,

the more my lungs began to fail on me.

I really wish that I saved myself

before attempting to save you.

If I did,

there would be one lost soul instead of two.

I didn't see that before

but now that I am found, I can.

I will never say that you were like a drug to me.

Drugs numb the pain

that lived in you,

while you only made the pain exist.

I could have quit you at anytime

but you, begged me

to rehab


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