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he came to me as a seed in my mouth, i spit him out immediately but he flew right back in. a pattern emerged, he'd fly in, i'd spit him right back out again. i started getting used to the taste, the texture, the feeling. so i allowed him to stay a while, a while turned into days, days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. little did i know that he was slowly blooming and dropping his roots down my throat causing me to gasp for breath every few seconds. after all that time of keeping my feelings closed away, keeping myself distant, i opened up and once again i was tricked. flowers started to come out of my mouth when i spoke and i started to choke on the roots that were making their way down to the pit of my stomach. i feel so used, so god damn tired, and abused. if this is love, i'm sleeping in a hole forever.