Cliché Love
Your absence consumes me so hard
Just hard as your unbearable presence
Your eyes give me confort when they follow me
But they follow me so constantly your stares look haunted
Your hands provide me great pleasure
Yet it's so deep that makes me want to crush you
Your body is my safest place to hide
However it hides me so much I can easily get lost
Your love drives me crazy
So crazy it makes me hate you
You know me so well that you own me
But here's my payback: I know you in the same way
And guess what? It makes us even
(even more in love)
poem by Ananda Alves
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