:: love is ::

Last night
I wanted to die.
Not because of
What you said.
What hurt was
That I hurt you,
And there is
Nothing worse.

I'd sooner
Slit my wrists
Than do that
On purpose.
So I ask
For forgiveness.
You know
You're worth it.

Copyright © 02/05/2006 Randolph West

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