Love you,
Because we know love is a silly thing
Wreaking havoc.
My love for you is almost havoc;
Save for the peace of soul you have shoved me into.
Loving you, has been a genuine resurrection into loving myself,
And learning man again,
(If you could call it that).
It is raining outside, just the way I like: awake and at night-
And I think of you as I often do,
And wish for some reason that I still had your number...
( and respect).
Love is truly a lotus. Rare but not terribly
uncommon; using wasted nutrients and abundant mud mass to become a awe-ful beauty.
Rare indeed.
It is I who have won.
And you.
I will love you forever, regardless.
How guard-less.
How sabotaged, you'd dared me.
How relished I became, lapping it up.
Seeing now,
What you'd meant.
And laughing;
And horrified.
Because I lost.
And you lost.
Until we bet another hand.
And the luck comes in Aces, or timing, or fate.
I love
you
Always.
And it is your win.
And my loss.
Until we're dealt another hand.
Who will win,
At deathbeds?
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