Some roughly-9-year-old poem

[Is that heading hyphenated correctly?]

[I just dug this out of an old writing folder. Believe it dates back to April 2009, so I was 18 and angsty. And apparently loved dropping the g at the end of ‘ing’ words.]

Tear me apart
I’ll love til it kills me
You’re out of control
But the journey it thrills me

Waitin for you waitin for two but I’m one
out on my own, all alone why don’t you come
Could it be something wrong you got held up
Text that comes thru ‘Where are you?’ ‘I just forgot’

Hate it tonight but wait for the high

Give me that look and I’m comin over
Feel such a rush as we’re movin closer
beyond you and I this world counts for nothin
And when you’re mine my life could be somethin

Give it your all but watch for the fall

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