Transfusion

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Transfusion

What I wanted to say
About what I’m thinking
What I’m feeling
What I know, what I am afraid of now is you

Strange in too many ways
You don’t fit me
And makes me sadder
Than I ever want to be again

I’d like to have me back
Just as uncluttered and stoic
My heart needs no aerobics of emotion anymore
Jolting up and down
Leaves me tired for too long afterwards
And I won’t come back again
Because of burn-out

You remind me of offerings
That never replace themselves
But slowly drain
An uneven transfusion

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