Wednesday, April 24, 2013


I own more sorrow than fortune;
A luxury I'd die without.
If I cared long enough
to show you
where the earth begins and ends
then I might just fix
the rips in your chest.
But I'm convinced
that if I fix you, I'll lose you
and you'll lose everything
that made you
so special to me.
So we're stuck
in this purgatory;
a Bermuda love triangle.

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