He Ripped His Hand From Her Gripping Grasp
He ripped his hand from her gripping grasp
Upon the reentry of my eyes
She’s taking a drag
On a lowly, loathed fixation
Yet his hypocritical heart hunts for it
But they aren’t conjoined ceaselessly
For my presence is an unbinding force
But if you love her
Tell her
And hold her
Don’t let my existence
Rot your heart and your hands
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