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Do you not know,

that I have loved you so much,

and so little at times,

that even as I write this,

I have already considered throwing it away

Do you know how many of these letters I 

have burned

or balled up

or never gave life to

I confess,

I have whispered selfish things into

a cold night

I have wished you back

I have wished it was me you bleed for

I am just a machine without you

Looking out of windows

Pretending that it rains because

you have thought of my eyes

or my hands

Imagining that the sun only sets because

you also whisper in the night

And if I close my mind off,

I can dream these selfish things

Live them, everyday, before the

day breaks and I awaken

I do that because I do not want

to ruin your blue paradise

So I lie

and will continue to elude you forever

However long it takes,

I can wait.