You came to mind,
again.
A ghost wearing your memories haunts me.
Like a bright glimmer, you shine in my mind.
But darkness dominates the aftermath.
By admitting I still love you I win nothing.
Denying it, though, is out of the question.
I am here and you are so... there.
Please, quit following me through time and space.
I wish you cared about me.
I hoped I could ask how you have been.
Fucking oxytocin;
venom shaped like a seed.
We once shared more than space.
Our environments were the leading cause of our shape.
Happy Birthday, I suppose.
This will last 'till the end of our days.
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