[x]such an easy fix.

she is the one wound i leave open
in spite of myself
it all seems so easy on paper
such an easy fix
but i'm afraid of healing
afraid the words would stop coming
this is the benefit of torment
and the detriment of eloquence
my worth measured in strife
telling myself there is more than black and white
i walk the thin grey line
the tightrope of knowing
that my love is nothing without my hate

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