Love Scorned

A tale of confusion and apathy while in search of love

"Kill me?" Dear I had,
considered it in kind,
cuckolding my conscience
to indulge you so.

Squeezing out the pain,
in you inherent and,
inherited (bad blood and all,
my sweet)

Prayers from lips,
songs of praise.
You set the air alive,
princess, you set our souls,
aflame.

"Love me?"

Author's Note

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