I don’t need the movie scenes,
all Hollywood,
plastic and fake.
I don’t need the romantic dreams,
turning to nightmares
all full of snakes.
I don’t need the love song
professing,
possessing,
the pulsing of hearts.
I don’t need a ring
shining,
sparkling,
threatening to tear us apart.
I just want you,
exactly as you are
filled with fault
and showing scars.
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