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because i crave what i try to give away,
i swallow nights whole
and leave pieces of myself
in other people's mouths.
i am a black hole disguised as a friend
feeding on the warmth i cannot own,
hoarding their laughter,
their tears,
thinking maybe if i absorb enough
i'll feel full.
but it never ends.
their light slips through my fingers like smoke,
and i am left
with the echo of my own hunger
gnawing at my ribs,
twisting my chest
into something unrecognisable.
i try to burn it away,
throw it at them,
but the darkness is sticky,
clingy,
always returning
to my shadowed hands.
i am insatiable.
i am the thirst i cannot quench,
the fire i cannot feed,
the friend who dies a little
every time someone else
breathes freely.