I Love To Hate Me
each night i question
why the love i give
is one i cannot receive
in my arms
that fold around myself
and if it could ever be
i would look inside
to see what's buried alive
is screaming for affection
though the sweet love I give you
is never for me
Copyright © Nikkia Roberts | Year Posted 2014
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