Stuck

It’s always the ones
That love the most, huh?

The ones that give you everything
Make you feel like everything

The ones that you,
Almost,
Immediately want to spend
Everyday
By their side

Those are the ones
The ones that hurt the most
Lie the most

They pull you in
Into an orbit of falsehoods

That you can only claim
As an overreacting
Mistrusting
Female

Those same falsehoods
That will keep you spiraling
Into them
For months, years

It won’t even feel like a crash
And burn once it’s over though
It will feel like a flame
That is so exhausted
All it needed was
Air
To be full fire again

But instead
The smoke just
Suffocated you

And it will feel like
Something that should’ve been
Known

Should’ve been
Seen
Felt
Anything

But it won’t matter
Because it took you months, years
To get out
Of their orbital pull

And now
The worst thing you can do
Is look back
And stay
In his
Orbital
Grasp

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