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The thorns of love

She shared with him

Pierced her skin deep

Inflamed the heart

And infected the soul

Grew like a virus

Taking hold of her

Drawing her down

It felt like torture.

That’s what he did

I am not sure that he cared

For he never laid his heart bare

He protected it behind

Control and manipulation

That he used on her

And though he could see

The damaged he caused

He still kept on breaking

Her into pieces bit by bit each day

Because the feeling of power he got

Boosted his ego in so many ways.

This is not love this is torture

This is not love it’s just wrong

She needs to break away

And remove all the thorns

Then leave him on his own to play

With his own little mind games

Because no one deserves to be treated this way.