In love❤

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We met in a library, and we're still reading each other.
If I opened earlier, you could've read me faster.
But I couldn't crown you, when I was looking for mine.
You paid tears for your throne—red cheeks, sore eyes.
You valued my words, before they were much worth.
I didn't reflect your love; I couldn't hurt much worse.
You cheered for me, but who cheered you on?
Who held you close and said, "You're strong"?
Fears divided your soul—you needed to bond.
You praised me whenever you can,
Even when I clearly sucked as a man.
You fed me love, though I didn't spoon you—
You were starving, yet you kept me full.
And you count my hugs, not my notes...
I wish I could plug you my throat.
I smile when I think of you;
I cry when I think of you...
I can't unhurt you, but I will hurt you less hereafter.
You were broken once; never again you'll shatter.
Well... at least not by me.
Hold me, when you're crying.
Show me, what you're hiding.
I'm right here, baby; where does it hurt?
What do you need? I'll gladly serve.
You run through my blood—and it's a marathon.
You live in my cells, baby, and the keys are gone.

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