The Hurt That Keeps Me Awake: The Enemies Perspective

I think you are my worst enemy 

If I could piece together the right words I might, 

Sing you a song  

Maybe it would be easier to understand 

Than to ramble through text 

To tell you that there is something deep about my hatred 

So deep that 

When I lie awake at night, I think maybe it's more.

You have made it known

That you don't look into the eyes of the devil 

Unless you want to burn 

I guess 

A part of me still 

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For you.  

You aren't allowed to move on 

Until I do too.