It's Not True Love

Because I love you, he said,

As he went through my emails.

Because I love you, he whispered,

As he locked the door behind him.

Because I love you, he yelled,

Meeting my cheek with his hand.

Because I love  me, I cried,

 

As I marched out the door.

This poem is about: 
My family

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