Honey dripping beehive

I wrote a poem about you
after we had trolled each other hesitantly,
and before we gave up to plan our divorce party.
I wrote that the likes of me was destined to love the likes of you.
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I wanted to love you enough to divorce the shit out of you
and watch you dance with delight into your own accord.
I did love, I still watch, and I do love you still.

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