събота, 6 септември 2014 г.


Insecure lovers make you wish you could
mend the lonely wrecks of their hearts
and sew them on their sleeves again.
To become their savior,
stand up to their demons
and all of their accusers
who rarely happen to be anyone
other than themselves.
But as you so foolishly fight on their behalf
you should know,stupid,
they tend to love their misery
and never had the intention to part with it.
I don't mend,
I don't sew,
I don't fight,
and I'd help someone
to part with noone but me.
Then again...
nobody has ever needed my help for that.

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