" I love you, but
the forest has its teeth
in me i am wild , free
i dream in blue skies,
open fields, and the
weight of my name on
your lips always wakes
me up too soon.
i love you, but
i will lick salt off the
skin of fresh, flushed
girls, and you must
believe me when i
say that through it all
i was thinking
only of you.
i love you, but
only in a language
you cannot understand.
that’s not my fault, see,
not my fault you
are an ocean of want.
not my fault i am
a desert sky.
i love you, but
i’ll be back late.
Yes,again. Don’t look
at me like that, fuck,
i’m out of here,
controlling bitch.
Hey, leave the lights
on for me.
I love you, but
sometimes i will
call you names
and make you cry
and leave bruises
the color of spilled
wine, but i was mad.
i wasn’t myself.
you love him, but
honey, it’s time to go. "
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