Seventeen

one oh three
two oh four
five oh five
how many times must I tell you
I hate you
I hate you
I hate you
I hate the idea of you
I hate the idea of what you have become
how many times must I tell you
that I love you
and that I don't want you to see me in any other way
than the way you see me right now
the way of love
and the way of hope
and the way of endless sympathy
and the way of fear and care and all that is good
because I love
and I grow
and I am so afraid of you doing something/
I am responsible for
one oh three
two oh four
five oh five
so I am so afraid
and I want to be yours
and always be available
and always listen
just tell me what it is that you want/
from me to keep you from doing what you want
because I cannot imagine what/
it must be like to fear for your life
one oh three
two oh four
five oh five

The End

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