You didn't just make me fall in love with you,
You also made me obsessed
And your absence made me depressed
You knew
Yet you left me for someone new
Stupid little me for letting myself fall for a bad boy
I probably thought our love story would turn out like one in books
Once again stupid little me
For ever thinking I could change you into my perfect dream bad boy
But all I got was abuse
And bruises
It's funny yet not funny
How I got addicted to the pain you gave me
I always thought it was one way you expressed your love towards me
So I let you shower me with insults and pain
Because mother told me love is pain
Loving hurts so I let you abuse me as a form of love
Oh how wrong I was
For you are a bad boy who knows not a single thing about love
And naive me
misinterpreted mothers words
_Tao
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