Regret.

Please don’t go around throwing me bones.

I want things to be incredibly easy, for us to mean what we say,

but when it comes to the list of things I want, I must say you’re somewhere near the top.

It’s dangerous, the way I look at you, looking at everyone else.

It’s so horrible the way I want you.

It’s awful. I hate it. I hate it, and I really do desperately want to hate you.

But hating isn’t nearly as wonderful as loving can be,

and you say I’m replaceable.

We live, and we breathe, and we drown, and we come up for air, and we will learn to swim.

We try and we fail and we give up or we persist.

Either way, I know whatever this is, one thing’s for certain-

it won’t kill me.

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