Too Much Love

June 13, 2013
Sometimes I wish I could rip off my skin

Snip the sinews

Peel the muscle

And don another’s.

Then I remember where my corruption lives

So I take my hand

Rip out my heart

Dissect the brain

And replace it with a new one.

So that you may love a good man,

And not me.

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