About That Flea (5/14/2014)

Flea-bitten me
You
Killing three.

Why kill, though?
So no.
Two bloods mingled be.

Then when you are
My blood
Matches your beat.

The ecstasy of
Your self
Moving in me.

But you cause me
Hurt
And ecstasy turns.

When mingled with
Me
In my veins you run

And the hurt from
You
Comes from me too.

Now that you’re
Me
And I’m
You
And we’re
We
We hurt us.

I’m angry at
You
For the hurt Iou cause
Me
But does anger at
You
Mean anger at
Me
Because you’re
Me
And I’m
You
And we’re
We
And I can’t get mad
At You In Me.

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