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Wasting My Breath
Perhaps I’m wasting my breath introducing myself to you.
Most likely.
Clearly it is only in brief moments of coincidence
that I seem to exist in your world.
At most other times I appear to be invisible.
Inexistent.
At this point I would gladly forget that I love you.
If only our bodies didn’t smell the same.
It would be much easier.
I don’t need you to change my flat tire.
I don’t need you around the house.
I don’t need you to breathe next to me in the night.
I don’t need you to make me beautiful or to make me smile.
I don’t need you for sex.
I don’t even need you to love me.
I only need you to stop the time.
Perhaps I’m wasting my breath introducing myself to you.
But I just can’t find anything I would rather do.
@ Sonja Lekovic
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