Loving me is a waste of life.

You'll find me delicious at first. I'll come for you and you'll
feel like the only person in my world, because you will be.

Then with your life intertwined with mine you'll see the flaw.

Each emotion in turn will be detailed and consumed,
until you are hollow and almost soulless.

Only then will you realize the loss and try to pull away.

As you leave a piece of you will rip out and the adhesion will
stay with me forever. The empty space left behind will fit like
a puzzle piece
shaped
exactly
like
me

John Kipling Lewis

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