TH (01-15-1976 / Louisiana)

You Figure It Out

you hate me
i love to hate you
why chase away?
my heart runs out
to catch with the game
you beat me like a rag doll
tearing my stuffing
though imagined it is
suffering
i fend off your thoughts
hoping once more love
will cut- sprout
my already bleeding heart

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