I promise I don’t love you,
Not how I did,
With immature giddiness
And worship.
I promise I don’t want you,
Not how I had,
With every dumb fiber of my
Body, my soul.
I swear to you I am ok
Alone. Unlike those days
We were apart; those days
We were together.
And honestly,
Half the time I think of you,
I feel guilty.
It isn’t out of love.
Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 12:02 AM UTC
I promise I don’t love you,
Not how I did,
With immature giddiness
And worship.
I promise I don’t want you,
Not how I had,
With every dumb fiber of my
Body, my soul.
I swear to you I am ok
Alone. Unlike those days
We were apart; those days
We were together.
And honestly,
Half the time I think of you,
I feel guilty.
It isn’t out of love.
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