I don't have any reason.

I don't

I don't get

I don't

I don't

I don't want you

I don't think you know

you know it's not today

not for months

not you

I don't want you

you

and

you and your back problems

and fancy coffee

I don't need to smell you -

you're there

you're not enough anymore

enough for you

enough to be yours

to be whole

to break into pieces

pieces you lost

pieces scattered years ago into your fancy coffee drinking habit.

you spoke to me in siren song, anyone would drown

I never want to see you unhappy.

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Is there always something greater? or is this the greatest?

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Fishnets and fighting clothes

you don't know what to do with those

a foreign language is

only the beginning

of this trip we're taking

in the middle of

the Bleak

mid-winter

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I thought it should be known that I play this song every day.

I also found another arrangement of it and discovered a missing, rather upsetting verse.

The water is wide, I cannot get o'er,

and neither have I wings to fly;

give me a boat that will carry two,

and both shall row, my love and I.

O down in the meadows the other day,

a gath'ring flow'rs both bright and gay,

a gath'ring flow'rs both red and blue,

I little thought what love can do.

I leaned my back up against an oak

thinking that he was a trusty tree;

but first he bended and then he broke;

and so did my false love to me.

A ship there is and she sails the sea,

she's loaded deep as deep can be,

but not so deep as the love I'm in:

I know not if I sink or swim.

I put my hand in some soft bush,

thinking the sweetest flow'r to find,

I pricked my finger to the bone,

and left the sweetest flow'r behind.

O love is handsome and love is fine,

and love's a jewel while it is new,

but when it is old it groweth cold,

and fades away like morning dew.