His Love

His love was all I knew I mourn for it like the death of my dog it was toxic and unhealthy and still I mourned for it his love was a twisted kind of love had a split Personality that only I saw One moment it was so pure and incident and guilt free Then it would into its all out war like I was the enemy I'm a captive in his love the more I run from it the more it finds me and drags me back into the crave when I think I'm done with his love it circles round me like that one dark cloud before a bad rain storm his love is that dark shadow you see in a not so bright light it looks for me when I don't wanna be find it stalkers me and pulls me back in like a bad addict that's just so hard to quit His love has done me wrong left me lost and alone. His love is the reason I cry at night his love is the fire to my blunt as many times as I clip the blunt he always Around to spark up that blunt again his love has left me broken and destruct his love is not the love I need in my life anymore His love try to break me down and turn me round I use to love his love but now it just makes me sick