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im in love with you and im sorry (Cullen Mury - Lafayette, LA)

im in love with you
and i know that love is just a word in the void of existence 
and that our oblivion is inevitable
and that were all doomed to fall into the angel of death’s arms
and that one day all our labor will return to its true form
dust

im in love with you
and i know that they will watch me drift into the sun
and i know you think im selfish
that im a liability to your existence 
but know that i am not in love with the feeling of love 
but rather your presence in this world
and in my arms

im in love with you 
and i’m sorry
sorry that my heart rushes to find yours
and that it rapidly longs for your heart

but i know that your heart is not mended yet
and i will wait 
like a bride at the altar 
like a dog at the door
like a mother for her son
for your heart to be mended 
and i will become a stitch

a stitch that shows you you are worthy 
that your scars are what make you you
that you are beautiful
that you are wanted 
that you deserve so much more than what this cruel  world has given you
that you are loved by me

and i will sit 
and listen
and try to understand 
if it means that there is still a chance
a slim chance
that this love that i have for you
can grow into love you have for me
im in love with you and im sorry

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