I know what I must look like
desperate for love as I refuse to practice what I preach "be patient, he's out there" "don't settle for less than you deserve" and though I repeat the ritual It's hard to hear unspoken words in fact, all I've ever loved are strangers something fast something easy something quick "but please don't leave me" yet, they always leave and trust, it's always me the one who says it first and wears "I love you" like a second sleeve but "who could a love broken dying thing?" still, "I love you" leaves my mouth more often than hello I like to think it's always searching for a home you see I love you doesn't nest in empty vessels and self hate has never furnished homes so "I love you" leaves my body since self hate is all I know
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