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I could’ve bought myself flowers. I could’ve held my own hand.   Perhaps I should’ve spent more hours Promoting the self-love brand.   And while I believe in that fully, And on that pillar, I stand, Sometimes I wish someone else would’ve Made me second in command.

My friend, my friend!   We arrived in unison With strange beginnings: You – full of self-loathing and Me – full of champagne. When your eyes met mine I knew you were going to leave your Mark on me forever In myriad ways: Some days it’s yellow and delightfully explosive and lovely Others it’s black and deadly and torturous Or Red and passionate and terrifying. But you’ve always been there Even before you were. And while our love for each other Is now quiescent, I know that it

No more bags for you. The ones under my eyes are Enough: I don't sleep. I use the same drugs You abuse to calm me down Thanks to your actions. We both sweat and scream And don't make sense to our friends - For different reasons: You run away from Yourself. And I can't help but Run toward you again.