Love is a bitch
Love is not kind
Not sweet
He had me by the four letter word
L. O. V. E.
The lies, the torment, the anger
Made my blood boil
And when it starts it doesn't stop
And the thought of us was better
Then the reality of us
And there he was
Smiling, cheerful, happy
But in the end I was not a person to him
But an object, and opportunity
Like a birthday present
A thing you love and play with
Then lose and never think of it again
In my raging hart I wanted to trust him
I wanted to love him, to need him
Now I know after all this time
I was Wong
He took everything
My pride, my money
All because that stupid four letter word
LOVE
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