why don’t you love me as much as I love you
I’m eating leftover takeaway and thinking about blood
the speckles on your irises and the hair on your stomach
wrapped through my fingers

why don’t you love me as much as I love you
I know you say you do

but why don’t you love me
as much as I love you

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About abigailbaross

Writer and aspiring publisher
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