Thursday, December 26, 2013

That Loaded Word

It's my fate that I fear
not the love that we share
because that will surely lessen
with every drunk confession
you'll know that I'll never hurt you
and in that growing comfort
you'll crave a better hunter
that will give you the pain
you seek to suffer through
and hate the way I'm loving you


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