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 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) (
Online) - Published: July 19th, 2026 23:45
- Category: Love
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