i will sit here behind this locked door
you will not touch me or talk to me.
i refuse your presence.
here i am safe to cry without your judgment,
i feel like half-full of water in my lungs.
gasping like a fish over land.
I wont move from here.
I'm stubborn I'm wicked
I won't do anything
but sit in this corner behind this locked door
smoking this joint and waiting for you.
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