Still Here | Part 1 Three Letters to Decay
I. Still Here
(The Confrontation)
I said, “It’s fine. Just wait a bit.”
The moment passed. I stayed. I sit.
You whispered soft, like rest, like grace,
And wore my life behind my face.
You came in quiet, kept me still.
You dressed as choice, then broke my will.
I fed you days. You stayed unfed.
You kept me safe. You kept me dead.
I want you gone. I said it loud.
But you return, a softer shroud.
You smile. You ask. You pull me near.
And just like that — you’re still fucking here.
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