Why must you make me cold?
Why must you make me weary?
Why must you make me feel old?
Even when I'm 18?
Why must you love me, so?
Why must you steal my heart, though?
Why must you treat me so well?
Even when I'm beaten and bruised.
Why must you treat me so nice?
Why must you tug at my heartstrings?
Why must you adore me so much?
Knowing I'm used to being hurt.
I guess I'll let you love me,
There's nothing I can do.
Except wonder why you love me,
And how the hell you got me to like you?
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Dark Poems and Inner Thoughts (Vol.2)
PoetryThis is the second collection of my works built off of my negative emotions. They'll be a lot better than the first volume, I hope. This collection includes poetry,as well as miscellaneous writing. Enjoy, or not.
