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How do you do this, do this to me?
Must you bring out the best and worst in me?

My emotions are rushing and flowing,
like a river twists to the ocean.

Tenderness and jealousy tear through me,
like a sharp knife on raw skin.

Love and hate fight for a place,
in front of the fear you make me feel.

I hate the way I react around you,
I am burned by humiliation still.

I can still feel you holding me tight,
your arms so safe and warm.

I'll always remember how you touched me,
like you're touching her tonight.