The magnet that is you,

Hauls off me,

Metallic peels,

Until there’s nothing of me

Left for me;

Waging war,

Against myself,

I battle,

To keep my pieces intact,

But they fight me,

And soar to you,

To be an inconvenience,

At your feet.

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