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and yet
this mere thought
of giving up
makes me feel
so disgusted
makes me feel
so horrified

and yet
some things
are unavoidable
I’ve waited
way too long
for you to show up
for you to come along

and yet
it’s shameful
that I’ll settle for
a man who will only
talk too much
a man who can only
do so little

I don’t want to be on my own

I prefer monotone

I don’t want a ghost

I prefer flesh and bone

I don’t want to die alone

© Lusessita Kingsley