Emotional Influenza

BRiYA Article Blog Post - Emotional Influenza

It trickles down my spine,
Like the chills you gave me
The first time we made love;
This time I feel regret, though,
From broken promises and lost
Dreams that spilled onto pages of
My lost soul, bleeding out my fears
And worries. I let you see all of me—
But you didn’t want it all, so you left
Me to be alone, laying here, naked;
Feverish from loss of passion and soul.


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