It does not matter
how long we have known each other
or how we became friends,
it does not matter what time of the day it is
or the level of liquor in my breath,
it does not matter if we are parting ways
or making amends,
if i ever, if i ever . . . ever tell you
I love you.
Just know . . . i really really really really don't meant it. ever.
don't fool your heart thinking i'm honey
because i am just a wilted flower in the garden of doom,
and i always will be.
< s.m >
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