Is this what you call love?
Wrap your hands around my throat,
Oh yes, that’s love, isn’t it?
That's real truth and compassion.
Is that what you whispered in her ear
all those nights when I was lying alone in bed,
and you were lying by her side?
Is that what you traced into her skin,
fingertips light & pulses racing?
Is this what you call love,
always being afraid to speak my mind,
sewing my lips shut
never saying a word against you?
I’m too scared to ask you
the questions I need to,
because it’s your answers I fear the most.
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