Actuality and Angst #16

When I say that I’m rooted in you
I mean clenched fists and
Arms that want to strangle you
Kisses biting into your flesh
Bloodshot eyes that have
Waged wars, poniards pointing
At you, cursing under my breath
I smile only at the memory of you
Trying to write you out of my system
Making space for something new

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