amo / malamo

you keep visiting me in the middle of the night
I’m not sure if you want a doctor
to heal your every wound
or if you want your destruction

this face can represent anything
that you desperately want it to
a relic of the days gone by, perhaps?
a human form of a warm and welcoming home

do you remember when you vowed
that you’d take a bullet for me
and you let me set myself on fire
just so that your damned lungs could breathe

if I pined for something that I couldn’t reach any harder
I’d become a blasted pine tree
so cradle my face in your hands and kiss goodbye your fate
because I’d love to be the person you hate

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