The Lost Art
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Like a mould spot I hate that you love me.
Like a common weed I tried to drive you away.
I even gave you divorce papers to make you flee.
I hate the way you always care each day.
I'm toxic, like trash I belong in the bin.
I must fill you with complete dread
as I cut deeper and deeper into my skin.
Did I make you feel unloved as I bled?
What about when I took too many pills?
You just smiled at me and said I love you.
Like blood your love flows and gives me the chills.
You want me to be happy, part of your crew.
Your love for me holds us together like glue.
Your love for me is infectious. I love you.