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I wish I could tell you more, about this person. She, is like the wind and rain.
Her love is muddy, and sticky, like the most humid of days.
She passionately removes each of the locks you have so cautiously placed, carelessly careful, and violently shy, she tells lies with her truths, and truths with her lies.
Her smile is hypnotic and the fragrance of her flesh is abundantly sweet, she is adorned in beauty from her crown to her shadow, she only loves from the abyss, the mental, the marrow.
Her addiction to freedom is a poisonous dependency, so she burns and breaks the bridges she builds, with the witty and clever words that she spills.
With biased resolve and a thirst for reassurance,
she submerges your soul to see if its buoyant.
If you break the crest and fight for breath,
she will hold you closely, pressed firmly upon her breasts,the anger you harbor will quickly regress,
then she will speak lies with her stare,
and soon you'll forget, and welcome the asphyxiation, and surrender to death.
She will choose what all warn her will fail,
this challenge, this dare she says, "Surely merits a try" so by each physical conquest she lives, yet dies.
Her feet are covered in broken shards of glass,
she walked where she should've not, in search of greener grass, the blood and tears from her journeys, have painted a tortured path.
She is found in her complexities but lost in her placement, confused as to why she watches the advancement of those who once lived adjacent,
yet to realize that she, herself has grown complacent.
Her patterns are long enough to ignore, or forget,
that she stuck in a loop of revolving regret.
With all of the bridges burned, she has failed to realize, she systematically destroyed the escape from her despair filled life.
She believes it is all part of her plan, but she does not see, her options are fading, and so is she.
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"Freedom's poisonous dependency" Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2021. Web. 23 Oct. 2021. <https://www.poetry.com/poem/71847/freedom's-poisonous-dependency>.