Hurt


I hate you
Almost as much as I love you.
I’m the only fool in the room
as I face the impending doom.

You don’t love me,
but you can’t let me be.
Flirt,
hurt,
and a little bit of dirt.

Falling,
mining,
looking for a way to your cold,
dead,
heart.

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