You Call It Love I Call It Hate
You make me panic in so many ways,
But you call this love, I call it hate,
sometimes you try to be nice,
but I know it is face by the way your eyes
look at me while you are telling me stories,
deep into the night I always seem to be crying,
my body feels as if it is dying,
while we are out on the Mediterranean Sea,
You are crystallizing everything you see,
You take me places I had never seen,
Where your own words make it hard to breath,
You cut me way to deep.

Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery