you badmouth me
for what i cannot control,
but i don't love you any less.
you spew your hate
with the intent of making me
a poison to those i love.
this hot, searing pain
you bring me is intoxicating,
and i've spiraled out of control.
you're painfully aware that
i've nobody to love,
i've nobody to live for.
despite this treatment,
i won't leave, for we both know
that you're all i've left.
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Pleasure or Pain? (Poetry)
PoëzieI call this my book of chaos; my sanctuary. When the turmoil inside of me resurfaces, when I've surpassed my tipping point, putting my jumbled thoughts and conflictions into words gives back the control I initially lost.
