I don't know how to love you, darling.
I don't know how to love you, darling.
Writing prose, but lord knows
That I don't know how to love you, darling.
Please tell me what you're needing,
That I'm not giving,
I am pleading.
The shapes that we take are far too formless,
It's alarming.
It's like I don't know you at all.
Clearly.
I don't know how to love you, darling.
I don't know how to love you, darling.
Writing prose, but lord knows
That I don't know how to love you, darling.
Can I just pretend it's all o.k.?
That I knew the right words,
And the best ways to say them.
That I wasn't so hopeless,
A head stuck in psychosis.
In a fragile state of apathy,
Not forcing your hand in leaving me.
Obviously.
I don't know how to love you, darling.
I don't know how to love you, darling.
Writing prose, but lord knows
That I don't know how to love you.
I don't know how to love you, darling.
I don't know how to love you, darling.
Writing prose, but lord knows
That I don't know how to love you.
I don't know how to love you, darling.

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