Your love is sweet. Your love is kind.
Your love is understanding. Your love, I don't mind.
Your love is generous. Your love is giving.
Your love is genuine. Your love is why I'm living.
But I don't want your love, because I already have my love
My love is dangerous. Its like walking through a dark forest, falling into a hole 10 feet deep with sharpened spikes sticking up from the ground. That's my love.
My love is hurtful. Its like taking a boys life, dragging it through the mud, and handing it back to his mother saying, "this is yours." That's my love.
My love is unsure. Its like picking red or blue knowing something happens with both, but not knowing which is right, so you choose blindly.
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