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heartburn

zaria rashay

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a poem

i have to leave you behind to go forward.
but, now, i like you.
sometimes, i even love you.
i have grown to tolerate the aches you bring.
rolling your name on my tongue makes my teeth shake.

i have to leave you behind to go forward.
but, now, i want you.
sometimes, i even need you.
i have grown to allow the flaws you paint.
rolling your lies on my tongue makes my throat gag.

i have to leave you behind to go forward.
because i like me now.
actually, i really love me.
i have grown to appreciate the relief i bring.
spelling my name provides a drum to my shaking teeth.

i have to leave you behind to go forward.
because i want me now.
actually, i really need me.
i have grown to embrace my flawful self-portrait.
rolling my truths on my tongue make my throat belch poetry.

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zaria rashay

the nighttime musings of a poetess. in the daylight i sew things and play at production design. ig @zariarashay youtube: zariarashay