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I fall in love at least once every day And twice a day on weekends. I once fell for the sun and the moon on the same glittering, empty night; And I was so happy that day that I didn't even care when you called me strange. I have loved the delirious grey of the ocean before a storm, the taste of chocolate on cloudless nights, the vicious crack of lightning over the roof, So I didn't care if I wasn't a part of any of your stories. I loved the neighborhood stray, with all its feral grace and matted fir, I loved the fields of waving grass even while the sun beat down on me, I loved that ridiculous tie you wore yesterday, All so I wouldn't have to love you. On my darker nights, I loved the flash of glass as it shattered against the wall, the shine of the knives in the bottom of the drawer, the sweet, dim glow of the brown bottle under the sink; They all tempted me more than you ever did. Sunsets and sunrises Bug bites and bee stings Poetry in the springtime And the taste of popcorn in darkened theatres. Rain on the rooftop And mostly, you. You see, I have a problem, A bad habit, if you will. I only love things that cannot love me.
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Mar 28, 2012
Mar 28, 2012 at 8:41 PM UTC
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I fall in love at least once every day And twice a day on weekends. I once fell for the sun and the moon on the same glittering, empty night; And I was so happy that day that I didn't even care when you called me strange. I have loved the delirious grey of the ocean before a storm, the taste of chocolate on cloudless nights, the vicious crack of lightning over the roof, So I didn't care if I wasn't a part of any of your stories. I loved the neighborhood stray, with all its feral grace and matted fir, I loved the fields of waving grass even while the sun beat down on me, I loved that ridiculous tie you wore yesterday, All so I wouldn't have to love you. On my darker nights, I loved the flash of glass as it shattered against the wall, the shine of the knives in the bottom of the drawer, the sweet, dim glow of the brown bottle under the sink; They all tempted me more than you ever did. Sunsets and sunrises Bug bites and bee stings Poetry in the springtime And the taste of popcorn in darkened theatres. Rain on the rooftop And mostly, you. You see, I have a problem, A bad habit, if you will. I only love things that cannot love me.
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Mar 28, 2012
Mar 28, 2012 at 8:41 PM UTC
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