Pathological
I am looking for someone to love, not need;
I can’t say a word you’d receive;
In another life she still would leave.
I’m surrounded by the face from a dream,
The emptiness draws out the scream;
The loneliness watches her beam.
Angry hands against the screen.
My love, pathological and unforeseen.
Last summer she was with me;
Last summer, caught in between.
Last summer, the mania I grieved.
Last summer, the lie I believed;
Humiliate the one you need.
I am looking for someone to love, not thieve;
I am looking for someone to love, not bleed.
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