Being with you was consuming,
It was as painful as a wound.
You were golden yet unassuming,
I felt as if I was your possession, impounded.

You loved me! As you said,
But love is beautiful, not violence.
Heart bruised, bloodied head,
I could end it all, with just one sentence.

But your love had me drowning.

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