Wednesday, December 30, 2020

I wish you didn't know how much 
I love you. There's no denial I could use 
to get around it now. It's not as if I don't 
trust you, I cannot help it now. I do.

I'd sacrifice myself to anything 
you would allow, and I can't help think
and feel that means you've got me 

at a disadvantage, well. There's no one 
I would rather have me at one of those.
But I kind of wish you didn't know.

It's more fun if it's a surprise how much 
I would destroy myself, just to make 
you throw a pose. 

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