What is Love?

Loving you was always bad for me

Given sententious lectures for being in your presence,

Only because they cared so much

It’s like my soul is being snatched right before my eyes the way you reel me in with your poison,

Leaving my heart open,

Cracked concrete filled with warm black tar

Becoming harder to breathe with you around

you don’t want me,

But you won’t let me go

Suddenly feeling the urge to let go

Jeans are so torn from being dragged at the knees

No more blood lost

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