I am in love with a psychopath. He looks at me in the eye, tells me he loves me. He pretends to care, he "protects" me. He watches me being soft and kind to him. He observes the way my expression changes to every sentence. He claims to love my smile, and kisses it with a gentle kiss. He admires my figure and always says all the right words. He takes me up and down, he drives me crazy. He has the power to make me the happiest person in the world, as well as the saddest. He plays my feelings and makes promises he can't keep. He makes sure I get upset every know and then, just so I become aware of how much I still love him. I fell in love with a psychopath who stabs me in the back over and over again. And I just sit and watch.
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numb.
Poetrya place to "unthink", to hide, clinging to your thoughts, melting your soul with mine.
