Seven

Author's Note: Written last May 4.
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I've always hated your temper,
and your quick-to-die passion.
How you gave up so easily,
as quickly as you angered.

You always take what you want,
without ever thinking.
Don't share what you have,
and never think
you quite compare.
Never good enough.
Because you always wanted
[to be the best.]

Fall in [love] far too easily
for no real reason.
Because it makes you feel good
when you get alone
[especially when] it comes
with no strings to burn.

But then you always hated
how they were never
[obssessed] with you,
didn't you?

So you'd cry away the pain
and stuff yourself
with [endless] melted pints
of sickening ice cream.

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You were always violent.
And always believed
few things were ever worth
your time or effort.
And you wanted everything
the [world] could offer.
Because you believed
you were worth it.

But then you were always
passionate, even for that short time.
Because you were unbearably unpatient.
And you always needed someone
to make you feel amazing
     and special
          and [wanted]

You were irrational
and never made any sense.
Impulsive and possessive.
And always,
      always
          always
hating the people
[better than you]

You were a mess
of seven:

frustrating,
     deadly,
          and [idiotic]
flaws.

But I always adored
your intensity
      and your need to be best.
And the only thing you really wanted
out of all your [temporary] dolls
was the feeling of being loved.

Because you always knew
your [almost-fatal] conditions.
That made it impossible
to love someone like you

But I admit I've always
fallen for that pride of yours.
You thought you deserved the best.
And maybe it felt good
to know you thought
that you deserved [me]