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You make love and break love; to you, it’s all the same
Destructed, de-constructed, detached is the way you like your embrace
I love your gypsy eyes, you say, with standing liquid covering them
You are soulless when needed, and a sea of need when you want
Dipping your fingers in your caldron of hurt you find a memory
Tiptoeing, dancing, flaunting, keeping that delicate balance
The pull and the push
The forever that is too short
The whenever that is schedule
The love that is measured
You are without fault because I give you the life you need to hurt so strongly
I know the words you’ll never say and the places you’ll never take me
The upcoming hurt I feel; my life left you’ve already spent…I am spent