Loss

He turns on the light,
And she turns it off. 
You open the door,
And I pull it shut.
I shut you down,
But I cannot stop.
I want to leave,
But you say to stay. 
I am poison to you,
But you do not care. 
You say you have an antidote,
But I am not sure. 
That you can survive,
When I mean your death.
 
 
 

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