I may not love the way she does
But I do love.
I love in my own way,
My own stupid crazy way.
And I loved you in my stupid crazy way.
Her love was more like a flower
While mine was more like a wave.
In that I mean she was pretty,
She would shelter herself and when she got close to you
She would blossom.
She would tell you about how
Her father was and alcoholic.
And how she got her first scar.
Which was on her left knee.
But I, I
Would crash to easily.
I would build up all this love
And when you would leave
I would crash,
But when I would crash, I would
Take you down with me.
-M. Bentley
ESTÁ A LER
Make Believe
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