Could be

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Could be

Make the pain stop

Give me what I want.

  

Days when I can’t help but be extra because what I feel is so strong that I refuse to let it go. 

And  I don’t care.

And it’s unfair.

But so are you.
This could  be  through. This could be done. 

Or we could feel like two kids.  In love.

 Constantly on the run.

   

Who needs a perfect love story when one with kinks and dents can become more cherished because of the time invested. 

Who needs to be closer to you than me?
I wish I was…. yours. I wish you were mine.

But your not and we’re not. 

  
It’s a long night. On a lonely day. 

And maybe it’s better this way.

But it doesn’t feel like it.

C. L Cunningham 

Poet

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