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Spoon Full

By Ella Hilderbrand


You knew everything I needed to live,

to feel how I felt for you.

Everything I gave to you,

you couldn’t reciprocate.

Everything I wanted from you,

I gave to you from myself.

Without realising everything I wanted from you,

I could provide myself.

Everything felt so dramatically and distantly close,

you found things similar to what you knew I deserved.

Shoved it down my throat,

called it the truth.

Lies are so sweet,

but you were bitter.

And your words tasted charred and black.


By Ella Hilderbrand

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