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How Much I Need…
I hate that hurt
that hurt her —
that I hate, but love because
I need her as much as sun
but less than air,
because if I don’t breathe,
I can’t draw words within my lungs,
launched for space
but in her face.
Puts up with misguided feelings,
when I don’t know who or what to hate,
when anger gets misplaced,
she stands on the edge
of my world, and asks,
‘what do you want me to do?’
with attitude,
when I know she’s sweet,
because it’s sweet.
She acknowledges me,
when I treat her like my word wall
with all the graffiti that could stain,
she washes off, and asks,
‘what do you want to do now?’
I say nothing, just lie there in her arms.
‘Stroke my hair, rid me of my own despair.’
Tears fill my eyes,
when I realize,
I need her
as much as air.
3/5/22
30 lines
We really don’t mean to hurt the ones we love, really.
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