Tonight I wish for love from you
For love for you, and you, and you.
I wish for you love and you I wish
for,
too.
And love is not a hurtful thing.
Although it hurts sometimes,
Especially when we take a risk,
Especially when we’re blind
to words disguised as love, and kind,
but acts more like lust or need or slime.
I loved you once, and you
loved me…or was I just
the Giving Tree?
He’ll send a note disguised as love
But hope she’ll not sense the irony
of his notes to the “silly girl”
who deserved, she thought,
his love.
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