You
To start, when I wake up in the mornings,
You are one of the very many thoughts inside my head.
But, you are not the first.
We are not in love, we are in lust.
You need healing, I need healing.
Both broken by others,
yet drawn to each other like dust to distilled air.
Distilled air,
just like the oxygen between us,
yet, i can still breathe without you.
Copyright © Just Here | Year Posted 2017
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