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I Always Wanted Love

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intricately-ordinary

Published: Oct 28, 2012

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you embedded in my heart
but oh, little did you know,
rotten flesh still grows
entwining, confining,
captivating you

I begged, please,
hurt me so
I'll know it's true

all the stories tell
love is pain, is betrayal,
is anguish, melancholy, tragedy,
and rebirth; because you need to
excise cancer if you want
to thrive
(to be alive)

cut me down- I was born to
fall, fall, fall head over
heels for you.
suck me dry, bleed me out-
my heart thunders
far too loud.

I want to slide into alignment
with all the other stars,
star-crossed lovers, crossed-
fingered paramours. I want to leave
old and love new.

I beg, please
kill me now, so I can die
knowing I really loved you.

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