Monday, 20 October 2008

Bad poetry to help one heal.

I'll throw my whole self in, heart and all
So you can get this fleating pleasure you won't even remember.

I'll give up all that I want, all that I need
Just so you can taste the sweetness of all the things you like.

I'll change and mold myself, I'll cover the cracks in the plaster
So you can have your perfect partner

I'll give up my life,
Just so you can have the one you want.

I'll grow up, realize how wrong all of this is
Then you'll be left old and alone because you never wanted me happy.

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