Rue Ravenclaw


We’re friends, so to each other we speak,
but lately I noticed that you reek
with desperate desire
that never, for me, will inspire.

One after the other, you won’t stop.
Like a rabbit to a carrot, to a new “love” you hop.
Victimizing the innocent, controlling them until they’re depressed.
I can diagnose you-you’re obsessed.

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