Please do not flirt with me.

You were my homeostatic imbalance.

You were the distortion of my reality.

You were the reason for my every relapse.

You were my selective perceptivity.

You were the explanation of why I romanticised.

You were the allure my biology would pull closer to.

You were in every small fraction, what I felt I needed,

what I felt I loved.

I am trying to seclude myself now.

I am ebbing, but not quite flowing.

I am slowly, steadily, becoming absentminded from you.

I am the insignificance, in which you surmised, but

I am existant, even though you held a blind eye.

I am gone, I am here.

Are you happy?

I am doing okay, oddly enough.

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[potatolemon]

Great use of metaphor! Very powerful