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If my mother read my poems She would think I was in love. I'd have to explain to her "How could I be in love with anyone if I can't even love myself?" If even the thought of love makes me sick To the point I feel like going days without eating Humanity has a notion of love It's all consuming              all powering       all people want But if I can't care for myself How is it right that others expect me to care for them? My mother, if I were to line my body With my favorite quotes and phrases and lyrics, Would think I was in love But aren't love and hate closely alined? Coiling around your body and gripping you till you don't know yourself From your obsession If my mother read my poems She'd think I was in love *So deep in love that I've lost myself So deep in love that I've found myself So deep in love that I never had a self to begin with* If you see my mother read my poems. You'll see her cry
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Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC
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If my mother read my poems She would think I was in love. I'd have to explain to her "How could I be in love with anyone if I can't even love myself?" If even the thought of love makes me sick To the point I feel like going days without eating Humanity has a notion of love It's all consuming              all powering       all people want But if I can't care for myself How is it right that others expect me to care for them? My mother, if I were to line my body With my favorite quotes and phrases and lyrics, Would think I was in love But aren't love and hate closely alined? Coiling around your body and gripping you till you don't know yourself From your obsession If my mother read my poems She'd think I was in love *So deep in love that I've lost myself So deep in love that I've found myself So deep in love that I never had a self to begin with* If you see my mother read my poems. You'll see her cry
jadeelon
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Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC
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