Covet

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You might be the light of my life,
But your brightness blinds me, in the throes of migraine.
You might be the only path that leads true, that knows right,
But your nearness ensnares me, and my thoughts are not sane.

Please. Take a step back and give me room to breathe,
My lungs are starved of new air when you stand so close.
You have qualities that I covet, and long to thieve,
So leave me, before I bleed you into nothing more than ghost.

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