Even as a FriendA Poem by Erica Ross
Void.
A void that touches deeply Leaving fingerprints on my soul A grip on my arm Leaving marks of mold. The breath from your kiss, Sweet and toxic Charming at first, Later, to make me sick. I wish there was a magnet That pushed things away I'd be the first one to get it To do just the same. The same voice that I love Can make me cringe The same one that I adored Feels wrong, even as a friend. © 2016 Erica RossAuthor's Note
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Added on July 22, 2016 Last Updated on July 22, 2016 Author
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