My love was a poem,
Written just for you.
My love was a smile that lit up my face,
Yet now it is the tears that run down my face.
You are my heaven yet my hell.
My love for you is the cross that I must bear,
It wears me down,
With its pain and suffering.
My love is a weapon,
Used against its owner,
It cuts through my heart,
Leaves me bleeding,
Yet I can’t stop,
What I feel.
So daily my emotions batter me,
I am a victim of violence,
As my love for you beats me to the ground,
It won’t let me stand,
And I hurt, so so much,
But I can’t leave,
Because I can’t run from myself.
My love for you is now a curse,
A crown of thorns,
Not the blessing it once was.
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