Before I write novels, I'm going to post my poetry. It's nothing special. It's just a collection of words in lines that were separated for no apparent reason. Here we go.
Erasing You.
It does not make sense to me
the feeling of needing someone
it's worse than being alone
because once you know what it's like,
the company of another,
the air you breathe is bitter
your bed is an entire country
the space between your fingers is made of galaxies
I'd rather never have known
the tempo of your heartbeat,
the smell of your skin,
or the length of your eyelashes
because then I would never know
the true feeling of being alone
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