My blood is my sadness and so I am filled, your breath is my pain and so I am consumed.
Did you ever think that maybe I can't be who you need?
God knows you can't be for me.
But please don't take that wrong, for your words I suspect, create the boundaries of my world.
How I hate when I lose, and I lose even when I win.
And maybe you just don't care, and maybe I should just shut up.
But should you ever decide to leave, finding my inconsistencies maddening, you must leave knowing this:
I'm the best contradiction you'll ever meet.
10/25/2008
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