fleas.

but actually,
you broke
my heart.
so i stopped
waiting.
and i stopped
believing.
and i stopped
breathing.

but actually,
all the pills
couldn’t fix it.
so you stopped
hoping.
and you stopped
loving.
and you stopped
living.

but actually,
i couldn’t
carry you.
so we stopped
talking.
and we stopped
sharing.
and we stopped
caring.

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