and love I think you're lying.
your name can only sound so sweet.
I think you're lost.
I think you demolish to isolate yourself
so you can kill before you're dead.
and love, I think you're swarmed
you fail to realise proportions aren't suited to one
because there are people who want to eat you, love
but there are people too afraid to get fat.
and love, I think you're human
because I'm looking into eyes which have a constant watery sparkle
they won't grab me with all strength,
and their glass bulbs proceed to crack and creek for their young years.
love, I think you're human
because I am looking at you.
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Bethany Louise Rose
2014/15
