Wanderlust: When the lust fades and you’ve nothing left but to wander.
I want out of this maze I've trapped myself in.
I want out of you.
Your smiles chafe me,
your frustrating heart slows mine down
to the point where I'm sure it too,
believes it's dead and every time
I hear you apologize
because you can't
love me,
I'm quite sure my skin scabs.
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