Your Love

The technicolor haze, a vibrant lie,
Swirled and snaked, a venom in my eye.
Your love, a blur, a promise tinged with dread,
A tangled maze where hope lies cold and dead.

You whispered futures, painted bright and bold,
But traps were hidden, stories left untold.
Each loving word, a barb, a pointed sting,
A symphony of pain, the song you sing.

This twisted love, this poisonous embrace,
I cast it off, reclaim my rightful space.
No more your puppet, dancing to your tune,
Beneath the sun, I’ll bloom, beneath the moon.

So take your love, that hollow, empty shell,
And shove it up your ass, where it can dwell.
I’ll find my path, though darkness may surround,
My spirit free, on solid, honest ground.


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