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Jun 2014
Placate me
Sedate me
If you have to
I don’t trust myself
To be your steadfast girlfriend
That word is salted
It rolls around on my tongue
Love is happy Love is sound
Love is grappling hook
It cuts into my arms
Ripping spiderweb scars on my skin
I’m frail
I can’t be your rock
All my sonnets are but letters
I don’t want your responsibility
I can’t be responsible
I don’t know what love is
You’re right
He hates himself more than I hate the fact that I disagree but unfortunately we've weaved this horrible web of agreements and promises and preemptive truths.
My boyfriend wants to **** himself.
I (want) (have) (need) to let him die.
Lyss Gia
Written by
Lyss Gia  Baton Rouge
(Baton Rouge)   
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