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Dear Love

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I’ll swim back to my sanity for you

I’ll search the globe for the pieces of the puzzle to my mind

I’ll discover the last piece in your hands

Eagerly awaiting your arrival

 

I’ll endure the cold to keep you warm on frigid evenings

I’ll bargain myself for your comfort

I’ll rip out my heart to make yours bigger

And go to war with whoever tries to break it

 

I’ll heal myself the way you can bones

I’ll shed my skin and breath in fresh air

I’ll clean the clutter in my head

And pick up memories to put on the top shelf

 

I’ll dance with you on my last days

I’ll sing to you on our first

I’ll write you letters for when I’m gone

And watch you separate from me

 

I’ll provide you with an everlasting love

I’ll give you the right dosage so you’ll never leave

I’ll feed you your favorites

So you never desire your freedom

 

I’ll carry you high, so the heavens are near

I’ll watch you smile from ear to ear, but nothing ever lasts

I’ll be jealous when you prosper without me

And curse the winds for ever touching you

 

I’ll guide you to the deep hells of earth’s core

I’ll bring you back when the air becomes bleak

I’ll show you every inch of this land

Making you question your life

 

I’ll let it rain on you, so you may learn to survive

I’ll watch you get struck by lightning

I’ll convince the angels to heal your wounds

And wait for the next time, repeat and repeat

 

I’ll dissect your brain, from right to left and left to right

I’ll hex you for resenting me, all I want is devotion

I’ll blind you for exploring more than I can give to you

And lock the front door, so you have nowhere to go, my sweet soul

 

I’ll grow flowers in the garden, but only the poisonous kind

I’ll trap you in a cell, so you forget time

I’ll cut out your memories little by little, so they’re forever gone

But I’ll spare you the details because I’m still your beloved

 

I’ll count down the years, days, minutes

I’ll wait at my doorsteps to greet you first

Dear love, won’t you utter my name just once?

Say it with me, “mama”

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