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?