i try to think of ways to make myself hate you
to obscure my infatuation, obsession
but i can't, what ever i do
your face brings me back to possession
there's no use for my defiance
like a bird trapped under the trees on a vicious storm
you trap me under your compliance
making me immobile
how many more times will i suffer your treachery
how many more times will i face your mockery
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Constellations
Poetrya few random paragraphs and sentences if combined tells a story about unrequited love {A story written in prose} lower case intended
