Come hurt me tonight,

it’ll be alright.

I’ve loved you before,

I can love you again—



Sorrow has lost its soul,

the soul you helped burn.

Love me tonight and I’ll

pretend to love you again

in return.


Let’s forget that we exist

and what we had.

Maybe this time,

it won’t hurt as bad.

We can lay there and

talk about nothing,

or we can lustfully dance,

fast-forwarding to morning.


When you leave,

I promise not to cry.

All I wanted,

was to love you again—



John Reyes View All →

"A tramp, a gentleman, a poet, a dreamer, a lonely fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure." ~Charlie Chaplin

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