Even when a love does not belong
It still behaves as love
It still needs to be seen
Like a child playing dress-up
Try to ignore it
To boot it from your life
And it will wake you in the night
It will move from under your pressure
Like a syrup-filled capsule
Try to conceal it
And it will compel guilt to marry your soul
Even a small love
will clutch your heart with its needy eels
Draining you, taking from you what it wants
Until you acknowledge it
With touch or with gifts or with *****
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 7:02 PM UTC
Even when a love does not belong
It still behaves as love
It still needs to be seen
Like a child playing dress-up
Try to ignore it
To boot it from your life
And it will wake you in the night
It will move from under your pressure
Like a syrup-filled capsule
Try to conceal it
And it will compel guilt to marry your soul
Even a small love
will clutch your heart with its needy eels
Draining you, taking from you what it wants
Until you acknowledge it
With touch or with gifts or with *****
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