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The Death of Love (Free verse) by donmiguel1960
It destroys me to love you
The misery seems to be infinite
Why is this essential?
With permission, may I please just not care?
Granted the permission I could not stop
Why am I forced to love you?
How is this possible?
I know I do because you hurt me so much
I donât think I like you
I hate who I am when Iâm with you
You are better without me
But Iâm in love with you
Unable to make sense
No logic to this cause
No lesson can be brought forth
And I canât picture breathing without you
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