So now you want love
Missing the kisses and hugs
But were you not thinking of the aftermath when you pushed me in the love pit you dug?
Were you not thinking of the times you will require that which only I can cause?
I trusted you with all of me
But you made me nothing more than a honey bee
Squashed to the dirt after you got that which you needed
and I am left on the floor to die from a love attack, defeated
I will cry no more
For I have cried long enough
That I as well now know the difference between when to do and when to stop
I will therefore put you in a fog of emotions
I will stay in between
I will play you as the violinist does to the royal Queen
I will not let you on
That I am with you no more
I will love you back till I know that you cannot stand alone
and will then; create in you, a bigger hole
Than that which you caused me
I will then leave you in the aftermath of that which you did to me.
From a friend that cares
-The boy
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