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[coffeewithkafka]

Will you love me when I am dead?
Will you posthumously forgive my
wrong doings?
My short comings
my faults
why must you always point them out?
I am not being sensitive.
But you still try to give it
and I try to be polite
but I hate you inside.
What do you know of me?
You know my lies
who I think I am
or think about being.

Will you love me if I live?
Will you forgive my trespasses
so that I have a will?
A reason to go on.
You musn't use it against me though
when I am well.
If I survive this whole thing
you must never mention your self
sacrifices
I really don't care, and it
won't help me heal.

Will you love me if I leave you?
Will you forgive my screaming need
to get away?
To be far away from you
no thinking
no asking
no second guessing
I need you
out of my life
But I want you to love me anyway
and adore me anyway
and worship me anyway,
and be too good for you,
all at the same time.