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Phoenix

Written by Anon

 

I die everytime I think of you.

Everyday, reborn, 

But into the same person. 

Everyday, leaving

The same person behind.

For this reason 

I am nothing like a phoenix,

Because there is nothing ‘new’ about my mornings,

Except for 

Waking up with a new weight next to me that

Isn’t yours

And will never be.

It is a new heartbreak,

Every time.