Literature
loving pain
you say you love me, you say you don't
its not a game, its not a joke
look into my eyes, look into my soul
and all you will see is a big dark hole
the dark hole you see is the piece of me
you took on the day you left
left me there with the mess
the mess was large and hurtful too
but not as hurtful as the words you used
you say you love me, i disagree,
but you will always have that piece of me