Erratic snacker,
Compulsively worrying about illnesses you may or may not have,
Loving beyond your means,
Illusions of others coming before yourself,
Pleasure in fighting stigmas even with loose footing,
Soaking yourself in filth to clean another,
Eclipsed by my desire to stand in such loose filth and sickness without a worry, simply to see the joy from you snacking.
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Skylar Callahan
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A love poem and an unconventional one at that, but one that resounds with love through its acknowledgement of you.
What a twist - so unique, loved it.💕
Great poem! Enjoyed! ❤️