Who do we think we are

Who do you think you are? Coming back when you miss the battlefield that is my love just to spit me out again when it becomes too sour for your tongue.

Who do I think I am? Consuming, depending on, every drop you can and can’t give and squeezing you until you have nothing left; it’s never enough.

Who do we think we are trapping each other in a cycle of vices, vulnerabilities, and fears only we know we have- demons we share. We allow our fires to dance with each other, but oftentimes they cause our minds to burn.

Who do we think we are? Thinking excess lasts forever; pretending comfort and dependency is love?

Who do you think you are to walk out of my life?

Who do I think I am to expect myself not to let you in?

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