so you ask tell beg me to hug you
to touch you give you comfort and I hate to be the deceitful one
loath to be grossed out by you
'cause
your love your sweetness
should be adorable and I should be grateful
fucking grateful, this doesn't happen to me
fucking grateful and so damn pleased
but your sweet loveliness grosses me out
gentle touch makes me
ache hurt want to die, a little bit
a second
a grimace an unkind word, perhaps
a disappointing grin that should have been a smile
I wish
I could love you
or care
I wish
I could just be
kind
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