1
I can no longer justify Machiavelli with romance
Months of missing you and our terrible glee
You were right—fuck me.
3
My friend who loves my garbage heart
I dread the day we toss out the ruse
Inevitably one of us will choose
2
If the world was fair, you’d be 1 on this page
For memory of simplicity, pure, shared
I’d trade 1, 3, and 4 and let three be spared
4
You are what proves I was never in distress
I don’t love you, I don’t like to keep you
Even though you give yourself up to me when I do
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 3:06 PM UTC
1
I can no longer justify Machiavelli with romance
Months of missing you and our terrible glee
You were right—fuck me.
3
My friend who loves my garbage heart
I dread the day we toss out the ruse
Inevitably one of us will choose
2
If the world was fair, you’d be 1 on this page
For memory of simplicity, pure, shared
I’d trade 1, 3, and 4 and let three be spared
4
You are what proves I was never in distress
I don’t love you, I don’t like to keep you
Even though you give yourself up to me when I do
me being narcissistic
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