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I CAN CURSE  
vile words  


If I’m sure, I adore you.
If I’m weak
I can’t speak my name.
If we grow then we know
this adventure is fulfilling us.
If we are,
if we’re not,
if I’m just a piece of snot to you,
then lets leave it on trust to rust away.
Hard as it seems to be me,
its you I’m falling for here,
came for a peek
then outstayed my welcome some more.
Its better here,
no pressure on me to be fine.
I can swear, I can curse
generally be as vile as I am
and its okay,
amazing.
I don’t mean to say that I’m rough every day
but I need the acceptance of knowing my depravity can have song here.
You’re awfully sweet to me,
its standing the test.
As to the rest,
well hold me and see.
Ta-da.

What’s that like?