a resonant hollow
a familiar emptiness
ashes to the wind
aimless
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was this not what i wanted?
to be loved this way?
to be cherished, to be wanted, to be madly desired, to be imagined as one's pillar for life?
i'm a coward, no more than.
do we romanticise love?
do we movienise love?
where do these fucking stupid western love ideology shit in movies come from?
plucked from the pains of the winds passing by?
nothing's original anymore is it?
everything's taken, remodelled, posed as new and m i n e.
is love not private like the sick in our guts?
then why is it that when i finally get to the zenith of someone's feelings for me, that i get the urge to buck, swivel the knee and run the other way?
when this is what i want.
screw htmlaboosh.
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