1.11.09 a storm crosses his eyes as rain falls from mine i cry the tears he refuses to cry i understand i sigh he's a warrior and warriors don't cry so i weep for him for warrior, i am not he's my warrior even though it seems as if i'm his slut free crotch easy enough to slide up in break and run. but i love him so i let him and weep for both of us cause he doesn't cry warriors don't and i am not. i'm cowardly let him speak to me degrade me hurt me nonstop but i love him so i let him and i weep for both of us. i embody this hurt take it deal with it because i can't breathe without him because i love him i let him hurt me and i weep for both of us. she demolished him so he hurts me trust? he has none, and he doubts me. says he loves me, fails to show me. but i love him. he has me and i let him. so i weep for both of us. |
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