Call it unreasonable
Unsolicited
Savage love.
One that is placid, immature
And struggles to come to shape.
That just never finds anything enough
That wants you
Wants your time, your love, your attention.
This love cribs and cries; you don't reciprocate enough
You ungrateful wreck
How wretched you make it feel!
To have to love you,
Love that allows all bullying
Burns your appetite
Distorts the face of your dignity
Love that scorches the life out of you
Disguised in money and comforts
If it were love alone in real, and I just an empty head,
Why has it not touched me?
Whether you call yourself mortal, beast or a God.
Love is a universal language. Is it not?
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