♛: the irony of pain

it spreads through your skin

caresses your chest into a warm hug

kisses your cheeks, burning and wet

massages the brackets of your fingers

cloaks your thought to solemn sleep

while whispering,

"you're not okay, sweetie."

"but oh, how I love you so."



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