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| I hate that hurt that hurt her — that I hate, but love because I need her as much as sun but less than air, because if I don’t breathe, I can’t draw words within my lungs, launched for space but in her face. Puts up with misguided feelings, when I don’t know who or what to hate, when anger gets misplaced, she stands on the edge of my world, and asks, ‘what do you want me to do?’ with attitude, when I know she’s sweet, because it’s sweet. She acknowledges me, when I treat her like my word wall with all the graffiti that could stain, she washes off, and asks, ‘what do you want to do now?’ I say nothing, just lie there in her arms. ‘Stroke my hair, rid me of my own despair.’ Tears fill my eyes, when I realize, I need her as much as air. 3/5/22 30 lines We really don’t mean to hurt the ones we love, really. |
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