thisisnotlove
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you fooled me once,
charming and true,
every inch of my heart
was devoted to you.
your breath was like the wind
whistling over the pines.
your palms felt like home,
words grip me into a choking hold
as i grasp for air
from your overbearing love
that tighten my vocal chords
i ask for you to leave
He hit her again
I saw the blood come from the cut on her eyebrow
He claims to love her
He degrades her, calls her a slut, a whore
How could this be love
Love is not angry
Tell me, love, can you feel me absorbing your emotions as if they're what's fueling my very existence?
Did you feel my soul get whisked away by the wind made by the force used to slam the door behind you?
