Sometimes demented
Sometimes beautiful and ideal
Nothing is right
And many times moments are so sweet that nothing could be wrong
Bittersweet forms my mood swings
You make them reasonable
I am demented; this connection with you is overly prolonged
You live off my sorrow
You confuse me in choosing my battles
I imagine being invincible
I would place you forcefully in my shoes
Walk in my skin and feel the knives that I trample
Eggshells are silk compared to the blood my feet tolerate
Before the face of anger I'm a victim to vulnerability
Victim of my “id”
Victim of the “me” I struggle not to be
The “me” you don’t like to see
I CAN breathe anymore
But I don't want to...but I do
And then when I carry 3 tons in my chest, I don't want to and resign to the frailty
I appear like a stone wall to you
You wrote on me the animosity I feel today
I’m the stone creation of your abuse
And now you want to vandalize your own fabrication…
How can there be such a thin line between love and hate
I found love in a hopeless place
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