I’ve always been detached I wasn’t made for love Connection But humans are social creature How does one live in isolation? How does one live alone? How does one fix an unfixable problem? But I fixed it, does that make me a god? The warmth of the blood down my hands on a cold night The meat going down my throat in bloody lumps My chest feeling as if hands are holding my heart right from inside I’m finally given touch, given connection I feel love for human again Will it fade like last time? Can I feed on this feeling forever? This love, is it temporary?
Edge lord over here, look at this guy, making poetry about cannibalism for connectiong, losing #twcannibalism #poetry
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