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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