december wind but he's so warm
he speaks and suddenly it's dawn
i am second guessing my words
i have ulterior motives
i am a fraud.
i look at him with eyes
that don't look at me the same way
he walks and i wish to join his step
he laughs and the world mutes
i've got a loneliness that won't heal with company
i want him, i want him
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HYSTERIA
Poetryand i will ruin you for loving me. and you will love me for ruining you. an attempt to reclaim the madness that defines femininity
