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I had a purpose
To let you sit on me
Let you bleed on me
And walk away
Untouched
No you can go
Unfucked
And love someone
With your
Fake aesthetic
I hope you know
You are
Faker than foe
You're a pretty little ***
That stands
On the corner
Down the street
You fed
Off my meat
Deceit
Was all
You gave me
 Dec 2012 Zach Gordon
Andy Cave
Some say words don't hurt
but that's a lie
they hurt more than you know.
So many people around the world
are hurt by words
are tormented by words.
Words that cut deeper than any blade
and leave scars that time
may never heal.
More of a rant than a poem but I felt like sharing it anyway.
 Dec 2012 Zach Gordon
Andy Cave
You call me when you are sad
and need someone to talk to.
You come over at midnight
to cry in my arms because
your boyfriend dumped you.
You say I'm as sweet as can be
and that I'd be the greatest
guy a girl could wish for.
Yet you don't see
the love I have for you.
The compassion that all
those other guys
haven't showed you,
and I have.
You say you can never
find a guy nice enough
for you.
But there is one for you
that you have
been overlooking.
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