You love to see the danger in him.
His bad side tempts the good in you
to see the cheap thrills life.
I understand...but the unfortunate thing
is that bad also chokes the good in you.
It blurs the line between love
and hate for you.
When he hates you, you love him and
when you love him, you hate yourself.
-L. Figaro-
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Cry Me A River
Poetrywords I fail to speak so I write them instead. Highest rank (#47) in POETRY (#46) in OVERTHINKING
