Love battle

Two wounds, a bruise, a heart in half...

It's obvious that I am hurt

And all my tears are not enough

To wash your happy grin from dirt.

You brought me up and dragged me down.

Another fall is now routine

As I, barefooted, in a gown,

Lie beneath your feet and whin.

You gave me love by tiny crumbs

And asked for everything instead.

The direction of your thumbs

Could decide: alive or dead.

This battle has to go your way.

You take no prisoners, I know;

So, stop tormenting me this way.

Love me dear, or let me go.

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