You gave me panic attacks,
And I called it love.
You gave me high blood pressure,
And I called it love.
You made me an overthinker,
And I called it love.
You gave me the lowest value,
And I called it love.
You kept me under your shoes,
And I called it love.
You told me to fuck off,
And I called it love.
You kept me in the shadows,
And I called it love.
You kept staying far away from me,
And I called it love.
You dug a coffin for me,
And I called it love.
You put me in a graveyard,
And I called it love.
You made me the villain of your story,
And I called it love.
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Author:
The Biopoetist (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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Comments1
It is not what it is but how we see it that counts and so it is from all points of view. Well written
Thank you
You are most welcome
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