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Let me love you...

why wouldn't you let me love you...

how long until a heart is done breaking?,

how long until a heart is done healing?,

is it forever, and if it is,

define forever, define death and define love because

god i am them all god

has let them ravish me

seperately/ until

my being is a slave

to the mere memory of his body.

Where does my spirit live?  What city?  What words?

I have always defined myself by what I

felt about love,

but now I want none of it,

I want freedom and solitude.

Maybe I shouldn't have taken the poetry class,

cause I can't think anymore,

I am too worried about the right words and I can't write them.

God, why didn't you let me love you,

I still don't want any of this, I still hate myself for it,

I can't help but pledge my life to your memory,

yes first person thank god you you you,

you won't let me talk to you anymore,

do you read these poems? No god, that would be terrible.

Oh god, I am a wreck of a person.

Oh god, I am so embarrassed about my feelings.

I cannot write another word or I will

burn in shame.