Unsure

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Part I: WORDS

At the moment;
Dont ask me if I love you.
You might just hate the answer.
You do this everytime.
What is wrong with you?
Youre killing Us with your cancer.

I put too much time;
And far too much energy;
Into keeping Us together.
Do what you must do, without me.
Im through being beneath.
I wont last forever.

Our once strong bond is breaking.
Awake and take a look;
Around. Constantly at war.
I told you once;
Ill always love you;
But now Im not so sure.

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The Cold Truth

doubt comes when the love is overwhelmed by too much possessiveness - the poem is a guide on when to call it - love the honest - Lady A