It's time the things you
say and do
stop messing with
my body.
you are near,
my knees get weak.
you leave,
I get allergic to the air.
you look at me,
I drop the world.
you turn away,
my heart caves in.
you fabricate me stories,
I pass out.
you keep silence,
I die.
Everyday a little.
What an amazing title to this poem. You always know how to describe the passionate nature in the most touching of ways, Kenia.
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