Love.
Love.
What I thought we were in…
What you don’t know
What you refuse to feel…
What makes you a sucka…
What you lied to me about.
Love, what I thought we had.
Love…
What you used to fuck me over.
What you gave that other bitch
What I risked my life for
What we found after lust…wasn’t love… but another busted nut.
Love…
The seclusion I feel when you lay next to me..
What I beg of you, each time we argue
The feeling I thought we shared when we touched…
Love, the epitome of what we could have been
Love, what had me open like a mothafucka!
The recognition of necessary changes…
When you ran after me, screaming for my return
What you plotted against my heart with
The unnecessary seed you planted, knowing it wouldn’t grow.
Love,
What God showed you, expecting you to relay the message to me…
But, you failed selfishly.
The smell of your lips,
The taste of your tongue..
The epitome of righteousness.
The clip in your .357 magnum aiming at my heart…
I didn’t know I had to protect myself from you…
Love, a distant memory.
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