You

Sometimes I like to rant
And that’s okay
Sometimes I like to cocoon and slowly
Break
Inside
and that is okay too
But you.
You come along and show me that I don’t need to
That all of this could change
And then you sweep past
like a wispy scent of perfume destined to leave.
This.This is not okay.

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