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Love you?

So you can leave me 

When convenient?

So when the feeling seeps 

Out of every pour 

We'll part ways 

With a parting gift

And no more drugged up hugs,

If I let myself love, it hurts,

It hurts to the bone

And stings until the killing season,

I make it very clear 

That the lungs you fill

Breath words at me 

With no feeling,

Rippling in sharp 

Nomadic waves

Without a home 

For them to strike,

without a home to go home to

In hell

You exhale,

You leave in

All that you deceive,

Because soon,

Too soon,

We can pry on each other

To lie on our backsides

And kill the mood

With subtle glances