What once was winsome angst
Is now an unrelenting fury in my chest
The thanatose sprung from the eros, violently
Erupting from a totally
Inhuman length to wait
To touch, to kiss, to hold. All I need
Is the warmth of you
Next to me so that I don't
Explode and die, because I, quite like
A four year old child
Who cannot have her candy, have
Thrown myself, a heap of rage, onto the floor
Except, you are not merely candy.
You are so very much more.
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