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You tell me that you love me

but you hardly love me.

I love no one.

Love is an illusion

-a beautiful mask.

I uncovered it and discovered

all it’s beautiful lies.

The lies of love

-I still desire

and m contempt for it fuels the fire

that rages on through my veins.

I long for the falsity of love

to cover up all my heartache and pain.

So you tell me that you love me

and I can agree.

I love myself for the very hate I truly am.

The hate that you recognized

the hate that you knew.

And for loving me

I can honestly say that I love you

on this very day.

For what is love

but a lie anyway.