Senor Negativo · Jul 17, 2012
Give Those Things To You

Close the window
let me out.
Walk away from me
do not lay with you
off this bed.

Do not let me delicately maul your bright spirit,
nothing I never wanted cannot be lost outside of me.

Thank you, I command you, do not be mine for oblivion.

Do not stay with me.

I want to die with you sometimes.
I want to live with you yesterday.
Your hate is normal.
Your love is mundane.

If you told me you hate me
Don't let you do it later.

This is confusing, I know, but my fingers are tongue tied today. I have slipped in and out all morning.
 
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