I know your demons well, as you know mine - their company has been replaced with other kinds of things like bottle caps and rings and things to fill up that gaping hole you left behind.
So wide, I could sleep inside it.
And when I close my eyes, all I can think about is your mouth.
And I remember words that have hurt, that have cut, that have mended and kissed…
all come spilling out, overflowing, soaking, drenching me.
I am at home with you.
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