He scared me,
his dark, angry eyes that burned through me,
his large, rough hand that would turn my skin red raw,
his loud, low voice that would wish that I was never alive.
But if he broke my heart or hurt me,
I would love him, always & forever.
Because it is impossible to unlove him,
or love him less.
E.L
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Overthinking
PoetryMy thoughts written down in godforsaken poems that don't even rhyme about unrequited love, star-crossed lovers and death. Experts from books I will never write. Quotes from books that I never used. PERSONAL
