Okay… I know, I know. Fourth entry of the day. Sorry. But technically, it’s tomorrow. So it’s okay. I wrote a poem and had to share. Well, it’s really a song. It actually doesn’t read near as good as a poem. You sort of have to imagine singing it kinda slow and sad, in a Norah Jones-y kind of way. Here it is.
Don’t love me
Don’t ever love me
If you do then I’ll have gotten
What I wanted
And I won’t feel any better
And I’ll know it was all for none
You touch me
You don’t know how you’ve reached me
You don’t know how you see me
You’ve opened up a place
I never want opened again
A place my father built
I love you
Despite the fact that I hate you
For what you did and what you do
For what you will never be
But the love isn’t real
And I’m left with just the hate
How could I ever
Give to someone else
What you gave to me?
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