He loves him, He loves her.
Long nights I tend to spend alone,Desperate for his poisonous aromas,Passionate arousals gifted to her instead,Confidence,Drained by his abusive nature,Stabbing words drifted through Hollywood’s palms,Insanity,Entangled by every nerve and vein in my body,He called, And I ran,Because I love him. Friends say I’m dumb for loving,Does he even love you?
This poem is about:
Me
My community
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