The Way I See It - Poem by Venus Lanaux
I cares too much
Methinks you'll never understand
The more that I do for you,
The more that you demand.
I bend over backward
To break my back in return;
The fact of the matter is that loving you hurts.
If you ask me to move fire,
I am certain to get burnt.
I mean, if you needed it,
Guaranteed, I'd give you my shirt.
The fact remains that loving you hurts.
And still, I persist as if you didn't kill me every day-
And still, I say nothing as if nothing is all I have to say.
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