Migraine

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Thoughts about you evoke pain in my mind.

Just the thought of your name makes me have a migraine.

I do not know what to say so I shall say nothing to you.

You want me to be the one to start the race of us.

You expect me to run to you and kiss your lips.

But I won't,

For I would bite down on your lips till they bled.

I have had my fill of you.

I do not wish to turn into a torrential overflow of nothingness.

I have read you enough to know what you want.

I can't force myself to be yours.

Can't you see that I cannot even think your name without a pang of pain in my head.

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