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In the middle, on the fine line between love and fear,

You keep me here in suspense and terror.

What did I do now?



I thought you loved me.

You swore you wouldn't hurt me.

But look what you did.

Now I'm bleeding all over the bathroom floor,

And it feels so good.



Should I run away or stay?

Should I learn to love you again?

The "love" bruises on my neck,

My bloody lips to kiss you with,

The tears that run from my eyes,

Is it all worth it?



If this is what it takes to love you,

Then I've got what I've always wanted

I got what I deserve.