Shadow

I often regret speaking

as soon as the words leave my mouth

i wish them back

want to pull them back,

I have a desperate need to be loved

Wanted, it’s classic and cliche and yet

there it is

trailing after me,

a sad, wilted shadow,

straining for sunlight

waiting to grow and stretch and bask

in golden warmth

but i shy away from it

find that I love when shadow

merges with shadow

creating perpetual darkness

it is when i am here that i am most afraid

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