The Confusion of "Love"

My heart has been ripped,

Ripped from my chest,

Yet still it beats,

Beats it's best.

 

You stand there,

Looking over me,

You cry and weep,

Yet you are free.

 

You claim you love me still,

You don't want to be free,

You want me, yet you kill,

Kill me to be free.

 

You love me as I am?

Yet you wish I change?

Am I the only one,

To find this strange?

 

My heart has been ripped,

Ripped from my chest,

Yet still it beats,

Beats it's best.

 

You hate me,

You want my heart,

I love you,

That's a start.

The End

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