Monday, May 4, 2009



Tonight I am dying
because you cared about me.
Why must you love me so?

I know that you do.
God, that makes it worse,
so much worse.
How can we ever let go?

But I hate you for loving me,
I do hate you.
You know I don't...

But I want to hate you.
You know I do (want to).
That only makes you
love me more.
Damn you.
(whisper laugh)

Hold me,
I am going to cry.
I love you.


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