The idea of loving someone with their flaws is so foreign to me.
I can love a person, but I'd always hate their negative qualities and I know it's true for everyone
And if it's not, there's something wrong with me, or something extremely right with them
Does their heart pump love while mine only pumps hate?
Is their work hard while mine is just fate?
Is their blood hot while mine has run cold?
If we have the same hearts, why is mine impossible to hold?
Does their hand crave another while mine only craves a pen?
Is it wrong to yearn for solitude again and again?
How does their love feel like a breeze on a hot day?
While mine feels like a debt I can never repay.
How do their eyes resemble stars while mine lackluster?
How do they give love for love while I just feed them off like a vulture?
Does their mind replay memories they love, while mine is just a misery cell?
Does their recollection fade when they feel fine, while I remember it all too well?
Did narrating the book from a villain's point of view make it hard to sell?
Did I have nothing to say or did the lump in my throat make it hard to yell?
Asking questions, knowing answers, my thoughts are amiss,
Can't convince my mind of things that don't exist.
Have these people mastered the art of humanity so well?
Or the world has made them great actors, it is hard to tell.
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