Thursday, March 10, 2011

I will not

Tell you what I'll do.
I'll build walls and then break them,
run away for three days and come back with your name tattooed under my collarbones,
pour you droplets of my blood in a sandglass,
pierce safety pins into my ears,
write you a love song and burn it,
take your pills just to feel what it's like to be (you)

because I hate you
but I love you
and then so

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