Love between two people
is like a
stick of butter where one half
is sliced off, melted, and used
for cooking purposes, while the
other half stays chilled in the fridge
shocked, still, and struck by the abrupt
departure of the half it cared for so
deeply, only for the marination of

That’s pain.

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Recently moved back to the States after living 16 months in Vietnam. I write to remove the thoughts trapped in the cobwebs of my psyche before the spider envelopes me whole.

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