LOVE SICK

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I started this piece when I was at Whidbey island October 2022
I finished this piece February 18th 2023
This is tribute to Erich Fromm, Bell hooks and Tina Turner
What's love got to do with it
Bitch

I loved you at first sight
Like Jessy Marsinick
I loved you more
Part per square footage than the arctic
I loved you from afar
From the bar, from a tarpit
I loved you raw
Without a hat, all from where god sit
I loved you hard
Yo I loved you fantastic
I thought you loved your mans manic
Barely hard in a casket
I would've gave up love to give gut fuel
A hand to stab it
What's love to a damned rabbit
14 karat gold band tragic
I loved you like Aracely love John
I loved you like Debra love Smith
Then beloved the Falcons
I loved you
Like the Rainier Mountains
I couldn't see
It wasn't just smoke
It was Practical Magical
On the back of a pack of bees
I loved you
Like good sex and poetry
I loved you
While the world slept and didn't notice me
I loved you
Until you learned to love yourself
Without dopamines
I'll love you forever
But together will never leave

I love, I love you
I love, I love you

I hate you for so many reasons
I hate you
For telling me lies I knew without pretense
I hate you
For the side eyes and cheek kisses
I hate you
For the dummy drugs, bitches and dirty dishes
I hate you
For the constant ask for forgiveness
Never once meant one of those
Even an ounce I witnessed
I hate you
For the cover that you fronted
Book of a 100 summers about a good mother
She fly straight and cook suppers
I hate you
For your friends in low places
I hate you
For running your shit while I'm wasted
I hate you
Because I really hate myself faceless
Lost love
When mercury was in retrograde
Getting a facelift

I hate you, I hate you
I hate you, I hate you

I can't tell you how long I've felt alone
In the back seat of my own life
Whip spun out of control
The ownership of knowing
We'd never share this poem
Purposely poisoned porridge
For her back bent in stone
Catastrophe
Yo I heard back from home
A masterpiece
The words wrapped
In saran wrap my dome
Garbage can clandestine
Pact my map of rome
The treason, a young chap
Peter pan banned from phones
Can't scan my calls
Can't stand at all
I'm at the beauty pageant
Of damned dead women and dolls
I want to say peace to serenity and Augustine
May my love find the flowers
Butterfly towers
In Mother's Spring

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