The damage that has been done
Has won you a seat upon my forever throne.
And though I kick, scream, and moan
At the thought of you perpetually gone,
My organs all align to remind me that
Internally, I am suffering.
Not a heartbeat but a heart attack.
Amazing it is that I haven't yet collapsed from this walking pneumonia.
The oxytocin of which, mixed, and brought on a dissociative euphoria
Blocking all your ill will.
Now it's repeat after repeat after repeat as I rewind my mind to find
That the high of your illusion has cleared away.
The bruises of you are left to stay, still
And I wonder if that was what was meant
When we sealed our deal with the same lips that spoke of eternity.
Me, still remembering, and you, still lingering.
Even longer than the 'we' that was intended.
Your remembrance depends on my withdrawal.
Maybe it is forever, after all.
This eternity defined by you and who I once was.
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