We were thirsty, but to each other we were muddy water.
It took strength, but eventually I pulled the plug.
Let you down the drain, freed myself from the lead.
You were dirty water and I was a bathtub, holding you in.
I can finally scrub myself clean, now that you're gone.
Your muddy waters kept my vision blurred;
I didn't have to see what I had always loved to ignore.
I didn't need to see the world,
Your muddy waters quenched my thirst for ignorance.
My porcelain arms,
They quenched your thirst for being held.
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