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I don’t owe you anything,

Much to your chagrin.

I accept your love,

It is an insidious love.

I give of myself to you,

In the end, I get hurt.

You always find some way,

To needle me,

To hurt me,

To try to ensnare me,

Under your sick,

Demented way to

Show your love.

What can I do?

I ride an emotional

Rollercoaster with you.

And yet, still, I

Love you, and I

Owe you nothing.

–by Maria Mocha © 2020