What to do when you love

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You are supposed to adore me
To believe in me. Restore me.
Don't put me up on a pedestal.
Just hold me.
When I'm ragin against the world
control me.
When the cold wind blows across my brows
humor an old dog like me.
I'm not all bad
I've just never had no one
place so much faith on me.
Fait accompli.
But I'm still weak sometimes.
Brittle as glass and just as sharp.
When I hurt you with my words
Just hold me. Don't scold me.
Don't push me away towards the old me.
I need you now, more than ever.
So coddle me, keep me loved,
keep me harmless, keep me chained up.
Woof! Woof! I'd rather be brain dead
Than alone again.
Draining the bitter dregs of life
from a broken cup.
These words that I spit up.
They aren't easy for someone like me to say
But I can't stop. Can't give you up.

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