Highest Form of Love

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Set me up with the highest form of love.
I’ve tasted mediocre but it is not enough.
I want the good stuff,
the perfect stuff,
the stuff they dream about–
not some fake on-and-off relationship with doubt.
I’ve had some experiences I wish I could forget,
but losing what I learned would just bring me regret.
All of this pain must have a meaning for sure;
I know that if I give my all I will definitely endure.

So God, please, give me this drug.
I want you to set me up with the highest form of love.
I’ve been good, but I’ve also fucked up.
I know that to you, I’m never in a rut.
I hurt because I learn,
and I know you understand–
all I’m trying to do is find a better place to land.
I’m falling all the time–
in water, sand, and stone–
but please, God,
don’t let me fall alone.

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