Untitled by Cam Robinson

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and i mean, i do miss you. 

like the way a watermelon misses the chunk that was Just bitten out of it. 

ringing, ringing, ringing. 

a plaque in my head. “here dies my future memories with you, may they rest in peace.”

a gold necklace around your neck. 

a Name plate. 

“you don’t carry that Name with much pride,” I think to Myself as I lay in My lonely bed staring at a screen. 

any decision is too rash. 

god, can I not see that again? 

i almost wish i. I. I. 

you. 

and with broken nails and picked-at skin, i claw into my own flesh. 

I. I. i. 

You. 

I can feel gravity forcing itself down on you.

floating, an idea? 

god, I can only make Myself hate you because it’s too painful to care for You. 

i just

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artist’s bio

Cam Robinson is a writer and student located in Los Angeles. She enjoys raw writing that’s to the point. She also likes cats, a good adventure, and traveling.