It's Not You; It's Me

Please excuse me
For confusing
Everything
Which sounds like love
For something my heart could dance to

Her wounds are still barely stitched
Though she hungers for love in every corner
Blood pumping thick and sticky through busted seams
Candy apple dreams
She recovers from every bite with yet another sweet tooth

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