Love

Love is like to color

of hate, black. Hot

like the fights we have.

Cold like my stares as I see 

through your lies. 

Salty like the tears rolling

down my cheek. Smells so

fake like your axe cologne.

My heart looks torn like your old

beat up sneakers. Your touch feels

so slimy it makes me shiver in disgust.

You move like a cobra attacking

its prey, little did I know I was

your prey.

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