You make me suffer but I love you
Your "love" makes me warm, but I don't see the fire it has started
I'm blinded by you and your words
You've broken my heart
Our relationship has taken over my life




I still love you

Is it for your handsome looks?
Is it for your quirky attitude?
Is it because we've been friends for a long time?
Is it because when you talk to me, I get a glimpse of heaven?
Is it because when you're being serious, it makes me think more of you?
Is it your funny jokes that lure me in?






Please answer me.

A rotating wheel. Turning an axle. Grinding. Bolthead. Linear gearbox. Falling sky. Seven holy stakes. A docked ship. A portal to another world. A thin rope tied to a thick rope. A torn harness. Parabolic gearbox. Expanding universe. Time controlled by slipping cogwheels. Existence of God. Swimming with open water in all directions. Drowning. A prayer written in blood. A prayer written in time-devouring snakes with human eyes. A thread connecting all living human eyes. A kaleidoscope of holy stakes. Exponential gearbox. A sky of exploding stars. God disproving the existence of God. A wheel rotating in six dimensions. Forty gears and a ticking clock. A clock that ticks one second for every rotation of the planet. A clock that ticks forty times every time it ticks every second time. A bolthead of holy stakes tied to the existence of a docked ship to another world. A kaleidoscope of blood written in clocks. A time-devouring prayer connecting a sky of forty gears and open human eyes in all directions. Breathing gearbox. Breathing bolthead. Breathing ship. Breathing portal. Breathing snakes. Breathing God. Breathing blood. Breathing holy stakes. Breathing human eyes. Breathing time. Breathing prayer. Breathing sky. Breathing wheel.

My flamingo, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you flap, flap and moo,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the grey emu.

Let me compare you to a pleasant prune?
You are more present, potable and plump.
Big sun heats the epic peaches of June,
And summertime has the odd donkey pump.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your eyebrows, toe and attitude.
Thinking of your gripping toe fills my days.
My hate for you is the broad turpitude.

Now I must away with a hoary heart,
Remember my great words whilst we're apart.

One look at her and I knew
That we should *****

The night I took her in
We cuddled and kissed

While under the cover of the sheets
I saw that hers was bigger, so I said
YEET

Stuck with you
You and your faults
But, I still love you

Torture and Resentment
A usual thing to see from you

You tell me my mistakes
And how I'm broken

I still don't know
Why we're still together...

I still love you

Tears trickle and fall
Down into the raging stream
Then into calmness





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Cats can scratch
Dogs can bark
We can love, or not
The world can burn