shattered

I’m just a shattered human
held together by your saliva’s glue,
and I keep sniffing the air
like a wild dog,
getting high
on what holds me together.
No one kisses you like me,
because  nobody needs you like me.
It’s more animalistic than lust,
it’s survival.

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