Poem-
Love is patient
Love is kind
Love is psycho
Plays with your mind.
I still need you
And آپ need me too.
Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa.
My fault, my grievous fault.
When you're hurt
By my hand
It's Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa.
To love is to destroy.
It's a contradiction.
When I've tried my hardest to keep آپ safe
Shield آپ from the world outside
I try to kill those who breathe on you
I feel apathy.
You're warmth on my skin
Chills me within, I push آپ away
I run away from you, my fears of losing you
Overcome my love for you
Cut myself, dreams of آپ deteriorating slowly kill me
Driving me insane
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