the end

this can’t be all there is,
you say to me
the pulling
and the yanking,
the yearning
for something
that will not exist

this feeling
in my stomach
sinking
down and down
i sink into myself
losing everything
i thought
would hold me together

and here i am
crumbling
like a piece of
coffee cake
under the weight
of your fingers

you push
you push
you push

i pull
i pull
i pull

and i
will be the one
to fall on my ass
when you
finally let go

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