It feels like silence
Suffocation
A wrongfully potent presence
Shrouded in dead air
You speak like a backstabber
Words laced with ignorance
And an anthrax of the mind
Delivered in packages of eternal nothings
And maybe that's how it needs to be
What should have been a high school crush
Is ridiculous and painfully absurd
And has long since left the playground
Composed, and hanging off your every breath
With needle eyes digging in to the back of my spine
While my behaviours are always on display
Contending with an obsession I've tried ceaselessly to hide.
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