of who I was a year ago
Before sad love
sounded better than the lack of
Cause now I'm just alone
_______
I'd love your frame
but not your organs.
_______
with one last breath
she climbed into your giant leather
armchair
you know the one that held
your scent long after you died.
she sunk
sunk until the cushions
swallowed her whole
took her under.
she became
one with the chair then
where you can sit in her lap
always.
and your problems will sink.
she will hold them for you.
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