dangling

You represent a grasping to me. A place, not a soul, I turn to when my own souls feels too mortal. I come to you uncertain. Hoping, just this once, you will make me whole. I leave with scraps of self-respect. A lesser-ness of me hanging, dangling from my bones. You know this. You love me, yet you do not turn away.

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