Love is torture. Hate, relief.
Words don’t match your actions.
Love me only for what I bring.
Divide me into fractions.
Never see the whole as one,
Only the one, two, three.
Constant take and take and take,
Never giving, never for free.
Love, a word, ever so loaded.
Full of expectation.
Your words, so expertly folded,
Hide within their own damnation.
You have no concept of me, nor other.
Only you and you alone.
Narcissism, F-six-zero-dot-eight-one;
Consider yourself in that zone.
Always hiding away from truth,
A diagnosis is what you need.
Nothing good comes from your lies,
Hatred grows from what you feed.
Never knowing if I’m enough,
Never feeling unconditional love.
Your distorted views devour good,
Deep down the truth, you shove.
Traumatized Viridimere 