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If to be loved Feels like tugging on sinew The way a lazy harpist plucks her strings. If to be loved Tastes like bitter wine and sweet dirt. If to be loved Is like holding a shard of glass between your teeth While jumping on a tight rope, Then I will not have it. If to be loved Means learning to love... Then I publicly refuse this offer. And I return to the life I used to lead. Caked in grey and devoid of warmth So unlike the unbearable heat of your skin When you wake me with lips on a hot summer's night And I cannot muster the strength to push you away. So by your hair I pull you near And that scream I feel from deep in my gut will Not make its way to my vocal chords. I refuse to love anyone again. Especially one as impermanent as you.
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Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 11:51 PM UTC
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If to be loved Feels like tugging on sinew The way a lazy harpist plucks her strings. If to be loved Tastes like bitter wine and sweet dirt. If to be loved Is like holding a shard of glass between your teeth While jumping on a tight rope, Then I will not have it. If to be loved Means learning to love... Then I publicly refuse this offer. And I return to the life I used to lead. Caked in grey and devoid of warmth So unlike the unbearable heat of your skin When you wake me with lips on a hot summer's night And I cannot muster the strength to push you away. So by your hair I pull you near And that scream I feel from deep in my gut will Not make its way to my vocal chords. I refuse to love anyone again. Especially one as impermanent as you.
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Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 11:51 PM UTC
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