I fucking love you
Don't you see that
I'm losing my mind and yet somehow deep inside me the perception of love still exists
Nothing I do will starve the flame
Nothing I do will make it go away
And yet I hate it
I hate that I have no control
I just want to be happy
To go home
Why is that so hard
What is wrong wrong with me
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A Constant Poets Thoughts
PoetryI am constantly thinking poetically and finding meaning in the menial. I figured letting others read how I think might give insight to the world behind our own. Enjoy.
