if love is a torture
beat me till i am dead
cut me all over
rip off my arms and legs
stab me with a needle
numb my heart
if love is pain
bring it on
until i can't breathe
then i can scream
that your love has killed me
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lovesick
Poetryeat up my heart honey, feed it to the birds. i don't need it anyway. it hasn't done me any good.
