I take the things
I didn't want from you
(Cold and shimmering
In the sun)
Swallow them down
Feel the chill
Bloat inside of me
(Hard round marbles
Left to freeze)
I hope to blush green
And fresh
Beneath the dew of you
(Turning blueish in the light
As only water can do)
Instead of letting who I am
Break under weight
Of being unwanted too.
(Cold as ice under
A winters sun)
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