The 100th problem.

You’d think this would be about
The way his presence made me feel
Like I didn’t need anything else
But I grew weaker
Colder, so I never show my arms
Older, so I never showed myself
I wrote a will a year ago.

You knew I was ill.
Sneezing and not because you think of me
Puking and not because of bad food
My bones are thin from all the coughing
And I’m dizzy from the lack of rest

After all the crazy and the crying
Your silence
It killed me

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