He says he pushed me away for my own good
But how is this good?
How is us being alone good?
How is us being in pain good?
How is us dreaming of each other and waking up alone good?
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Perfect Kind of Hell
Poetry'The torture of loving you was addicting You were like a drug that was forever in my veins Your harsh words did nothing but make me crave you more And your cruel hands did nothing but make me want to please you Everyone told me you were hell, an...
