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Motherfucker,

It’s all love though.

You know,

They’ll read my poetry

And think I’m crazy.

I remember I tried reading you,

And after I felt,

I must be crazy.

I tried telling you

How I felt,

And we both were convinced.

But before you

I only had

Imaginary friends.

Now after all this time,

I know friends are

Imaginary.

So what I had with you,

Is what I hoped I could have

With someone.

So I tried protecting

What we had,

I protected you…

Didn’t I?

But it wasn’t

Weakness I was negating

It was the weakness

I was growing.

Diminished senses

That I could still

Feel you,

And not the burn.

That I could look at

The blisters as

Ours to overcome,

But they were yours

To overlook.

Because my pain

Was mine to deal with.

Yours was yours

To justify.

Looking back

That’s the pain

And the love,

Motherfucker.