Lies..

Lie at me,
And I will love you..
Lie and say that you love me,
And I will love you more..
Hurt me,
So,
I keep on loving you..
Cheat on me,
And I will be faithful..
Coz I’m just mad about u..
I’m just a mad writer..
I wasted my whole life loving you..
I forgot my poems..
And,
I burned my letters..
Just to show you,
How much I love you..
But,
I keep asking..
Why are you so mean to me?
Is it because of me?
Or,
Because of my way of saying..
I love you..
Is it because of my way of,
Looking into your eyes..
Or,
It might be my jealous habit..
Didn’t you like it?
Or,
You just like to hurt my weak heart..
But,
I just want to ask..
Did my back hurt your knife..

M.

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