because i know my brain is out of shape.
but, for all that my heart knows of love,
my mind can counter with hate.
i want to tell you that i love you,
but i hate seeing your god-damn stupid face.
for all the good that is in my life,
i cant stop picturing a life where we happened.
god knows i am done with this wait,
because as much as i try to move on,
i can not rid my mouth of your taste.
k.p.k.
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