waste of thoughts

poetry written when i met someone lethal, but the good kind, if there is one.

❝i love you so much that it hurts my head.
i don't mind you under my skin;
i'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in.❞

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COLLECTION NO.2
#10 in poetry on 8.19.15 & 8.29.15
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