Tue, 03/19/2019 - 14:31 -- hhlavka


You’re poison to me.

Yet I keep you around.


You push me to the ground.

Then pull me back up.


No one else sees you.

Not the way I do.


I see the good.

And the bad.


The bad is directed at me.

The jealousy, hate, and greed.


I still love you.

I always will.


But you are killing me.

You are poison.


You are the one

That pushes me down.


You are the one

That belittles me.


More than anyone else I know,










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