"Love," he stops.
"No." I reply.
"Most passionate thing a person could feel of another." He says.
"Love, is a horrendous feeling." I frown.
"I don't love you, Hazel. I use you for my advantage."
Then he begins to undress.
And leaving my screams unheard in the alley.
Love was a way to show compassion.
It's not love.
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Please don't love me
PoetryJulia is afraid to be judged. The fear of the pain she would feel comes to overtake her mind. She has become distant to her peers and family. College is her main goal, she never looks back. Even after leaving Ronan.
