love (Remove filter)
kill me.
Pain in my stomach, heart, mind,
stabs of a knife
I yearn for this piercing pain
I've lacked it far too long.
Ungrateful love:
Punch me, hurt me, kill me almost.
Almost.
so later
when the rain has ceased
a flower can bloom again
a new blossom
the same plant
Revive me, ungrateful love
Make me another
Kill me.
Friday 11th January 2019 11:07 pm
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