Eight

break those words in half
this promise shakes
tenuously bound
by those golden/brunette/crimson
locks, strung in stitch through my lips.

break those words in half
is it true what they say?
what you don't know can't hurt you 
yet I don't know you.

I won't use long words
cruel or sharpened
just the first that leave
my lips, inevitably
imperfect.

know i miss you more than
you could care
know i miss you more
know I care.
Know I care. 

The End

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