The feeling of pain I feel knowing you have stolen my love from me
If I sit quiet long enough
How long will you go on explaining the fate that you created and put me through?
You seem to have an answer for everything I am facing
Yet I don't know and have done nothing to ever meet you
So why did you reach out and cause so much friction and pain where there was none
Nothing was even laying in wait for all this bad to happen!
Nothing is perfect or stress free everyday
Yet this love was strong enough to survive without any interference of spite
Even in your hate be it racially motivated or jealously activated there is still a need to be tactile
Violence is a form of touch
You hate so much you move as far away as possible
So why so many parasites?
You hate so much
You are so better than
Why turn up just to play lord and mistress of public humiliation via backstabbing the one to positive to see it?
What are you gaining other than restating your lack of love and ongoing guilt?
For the person I love am in love with have loved so ingrained and an intrinsic part of my being disoriented to accommodate you the epicentre of confusion and hatred
I became weak
I admit it
I couldn''t make best decisions
Inevitably nature got the better of me
Now you reflect all my weakness directly at me by the way you treat...love...freedom caught in your personality disorder and whatever brings these words to me!
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Help!
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