Loving You Crazy

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the sticky sweet pain of

peeling off a bandage

is why i won’t tell you

I Love You.

it’s why I stopped

smiling, and,

dreaming out loud,

or…

responding.

I don’t want to 

be here,

next to you;

every time you tell me

im beautiful

i change the subject.

you said 

the madness of my mind

didn’t bother you.

who then, my love,

will be the sanity in

our relationship?

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