Oh look another sappy ass post, six o-clock.
This is involuntary,
It waltzes in unannounced; catching me off off guard.
This is conquer,
every alcove under it's reign; defenseless.
This is a void,
sheer destitution; incapable of being a whole.
This is yearning,
interminable; though not palpable from the other side.
This is uncontrollable,
irrepressible; completely out of my hands.
It was free fall,
affixed on the illusion; utterly neglecting reality.
This is ephemeral,
transient at best; though it's intensity sky-rocketed.
And most importantly,
This is not a reason for you to crawl back.
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