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The people who are the best at taking love are the worst at giving it back. The kind of person who is so easy to love and just absorbs everything you gush out like a sponge… they hide it away somewhere. Like a rodent, they have some secret pocket in their cheek where they stow all the love away and slowly eat it over time until they get sick of it and, without ever giving any of it back, they decide they have had their fill.

Paraplegic

Dust in my throat and no one knows
Spider webs winding up my toes
And in my ears faint whispers glow
My eyes leak and green plants grow

Am I a ghost?
I cannot feel
Am I a vapor?
I am not real
Nothing feels a part of me
I could be floating on the sea
Am I solid?
Or am I mist?
Not cold or hot
Or that or this

I could be nothing but a faint consciousness

I could be something, but I might not exist

And if I don't, I wouldn't know
There's no one here to tell me, so...