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You rebel, i like you.

i wish that you were here with your arms around me so i could fall into a peaceful slumber
i wish that you were here so we could just sit and i scratch your back like old times
when you were my sleepy angel by at side
on those lonely night where i was restless you would call
i wish you were here

Sometimes I’m afraid
That I’m worse than what I say I am
The thing that you swear I’m not
I think I’ve convinced you to think I deserve your support no matter what they say

No.

“Convinced” is too forgiving
I forced you to hurt yourself for me, scaring you so many times that you no longer knew what it was like to have a second opinion
I just wish I’d known what I was doing to you

Explaining a Poem…
  poisoning the fruit

The meaning exploited
  —dead at the root

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

You’re cute.
I’m interested.

You’re funny.  
I’m enchanted.

You’re forbidden.
I want you even more.

You’re full of secrets.
Let me explore.

You’re hurtful.
You give me a reason to cry.

You’re ruining my life.
Let me get closer.

saying i love you
to get you to stay
was like burning my
tongue on a sip of black coffee


-its scorching me