pomegranates
I keep seeing things, and thinking of you pomegranates and dead hope and marvel and loss and I always think of what I gave up so that you weren't around I didn't know it at the time but your proximity was sinking into my skin and making a home there here I am with my god of self love partly due to your selfishness choosing abuser over victim choosing pomegranate choosing false nuetrality (it was never about me) I didn't know it at the time but your toxicity was sinking into my skin and making a house there.
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