How can you expect me
to love you
When he who went with the angels
isn’t cold in his grave yet,
still visits at night
and haunts my every day?
How can you expect me
to love you
When you can’t even love yourself
and spend altogether too much time
manipulating me
into needing you?
Which I don’t.
How can you expect me
to love you
When you don’t realise how much I hurt inside
but only aim to hurt me more
so you can enjoy my
squirming at your feet?
Begging for your mercy
which you then magnanimously grant?
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