The Fickleness of Your Love

Your love for me.... Your love for me, felt like heaven But, your love was oppression . Our love looked uncomparable But , our love was terrible. My depression and Your obsession, Gave light to my Soon made me want things I didn't know I wanted. Like that monthly, lovely necklace​ And bright red roses Or the 5 different concealers And long sleeve dresses. I did not consider, that maybe This was more than, "a little argument" ..... Your comments made me concious of what I am not I am not as sensual. I am not as loving. I am not as beautiful. I am not as slutty. Is it love. When I push you off me? Is it love when you pin me down? Is it love when there's nothing of me, Left to realize, That you don't really want me So, Because I love you I pilled pieces of my Innocence. Gave you my body . My mind . My money. My time. Because I love you... I dare not let go. Because I love you I ask you one more question. Is it love or lust? That drives us crazy?