its strange
that
i felt jealous today
i felt hurt in love
ha, but its is sweet...
sweet as the slow bleeding of a wound
in a dear and near injury
as which i had when
i fell with my kid...on way to bus.
i enjoyed the wet wound of childhood memories
of pain caused by misteps
and innocent
foolishness
i enjoy that
i can never expect hm to be true to me.
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