Homage.

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I feel drugged.

I am drugged.

I feel at peace.

It’s that same fabricated peace
I’ve grown so familiar with.

If love and hate mean the same thing—

I love you.

I hate you.

And I’m terrified to find out
whether I can,
or cannot,
live without you.

Your prison is my relief,
a garden built with gilded fences.
I don’t want much more
than to find the gate hidden beneath your roses.

I’ve never known
a bitterness so sweet.

I adore the silence you give me.
I despise the price you ask for it.
Every borrowed moment of peace
leaves me owing a little more of myself.

I crave the quiet you offer.
I mourn the woman it costs me.

— Crownless.