Artificial Stimulus


She was an artificial stimulus, her job was to love and be loved
Yet she was known to deny both

I was an upstander in living and a bystander in her dying
She refused anything else

She was the air filling my lungs
while I was simply a gust of wind for her
But she had always been afraid of storms

And I had become so used to being the blood in her veins
that I didn't realize she was the poison in mine

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