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Alive, but torn apart

this sickness I chase

consumes love’s madness. 

I’m drawn to the pretty of course

the beautifully broken ones

like that Girl,

my true one, 

where we keep things 

equally distanced. 

I’m not sure anymore,

if I’ll ever hear the words

from that un-balanced voice

setting under 

that sick moon of ours. 

I’m torn here because

there are two real answers

I can’t decide which one 

will eventually

make me want to run.