maybe

Posted on | August 24, 2008 | No Comments

and maybe i love you,
like i did my father,
and mother,
in a suspended imagination,
you are just as unreal,
as they,
and idea representing an ideal,
sometimes i have loved you,
and mostly hated you,
like myself,
you are me,
and every ounce of hatred i owe me,
and all the love i never gave myself,
symbols,i dont know what i mean,
or what you do,
except that you think wrong,
i dont love you,no…
maybe its the idea,or probably not,
maybe its life i am in love with,
and afraid to say so,
or maybe,i am afraid of life,
so i accept everything;
even you rejecting me…

maybe…

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