black tee thoughts

over there, it’s the boy in the black tee-shirt
a cig in one hand and my heart in the other
i’m not gonna say he’s the reason i’m hurt
but let’s just say i won’t show him to my mother
i wish i could say that he was the devil’s spawn
that he was vile trash of the very worst kind
but then what would that say about me at all
am i stupid, blind or just out of my mind
for loving him anyway without a thought
for the pain i would feel if that love was lost

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