Talking to Myself
I followed you willingly
With innocent eyes.
Not fully understanding
Your terrible disguise.
I knew something wasn't right,
But I continued on,
Hoping you would change
And see your wrong.
I tried to obey,
Just like you said.
But pieces of me shattered
The more I laid in your bed.
"Don't you love me?",
You would inquire.
"Go ahead and prove it.
Your life is on the wire!"
Frantic to win
Your affection,
I erased all my friends
and loving connections.
Still, you were unhappy
with my actions,
So I gave up trying
To give you satisfaction.
This is not Love.
It never will be.
I'm leaving you now.
Before you break me.
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