It should not hurt to say 'I love you'
But it hurts in so many ways
I would rather choose to skip a breath
Than have my heart skip a beat
For I loved to the end to my self
And that self has died, curled up
In my study, under my table
In the black of the nights,
I lay cold, broken and in company
Of a void that drank my life blood
I hated to breathe, i hated to wake
Yet I woke, and in regrets of breath
In my untold stories of you
I held my torrid swell of guilt
And when in those moments
my heart dried up in torment
I moistened it with tears of wait
For I had accepted your hate
It shouldn't hurt, to say 'I love you'
When the October sun shimmered
I made sun dried tomatoes
When the march brought me mangos
I fed and hugged my labradors
And they did hug me back, actually
But it does, it so hurts to say 'I love you'
For the me we knew died
I buried him in my potted plants
It was easier too, he was in pieces
Like he was left behind, by us
We left so much broken behind
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