WHEN the heart is bleeding
and all joy within you
dies — lies
and all the memories
of future sides with
the one who loves
your mind: don’t you want
someone to love you?
somebody to love
your lips baby
say, ‘i don’t want somebody
who loves my body just my
heart’ hurt…blood
AND the dawn comes around
and your man is dead
don’t you want somebody
to love/need someone to
love — your hands in your
head grabbing romance
saying, ‘i don’t want
somebody who loves my
body just my heart’
and your friends laugh
saying somebody loves you
for a fuck and that’s all
then skies split apart
bleeding my own heart
believing i loved

:: 09-10-2015 ::

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