It's no big secret
That I'm a little bad
I drink, smoke, tease, and to be honest,
It's quite sad.
I have my fare share of men,
I get around, I break hearts,
I shred and scorn, and tear them
Into many little parts.
My best friend, he knows me,
Knows every single sin,
And yet he never leaves my side,
He always laughs and smiles and grins.
For three years now, people have told me,
"Trust me, he's in love with you,"
I never considered, but now I wondered,
What if it might be true?
Yes, of course I love him,
But I can't love like that.
It doesn't add up, doesn't say enough,
How can it be so flat?
I can't break him, I came to realize,
I physically don't have it in me.
I can't hurt him, can't touch him, can't lose him,
Can't bear to live without his company.
He's my home away from home,
My backbone, my every strength,
He's my precious I can't lose,
And we've been partners 'till this day.
Maybe I'll give up my fun,
I'll put away my rebellion.
I will wait forever lest I earn the love
He gave up for my impression.
I promise you. I promise you.
I'll earn you back right, I swear.
I promise you. I promise you.
You won't be another wear and tear.
(Not exactly a good poem... I suppose my heart was running too fast for my mind to coherently keep up... hence the sorta-shittiness.)
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Deepest Afflictions to Random Speculations
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