May 4th, 2010 by Tika

All these doubts stabbing fiercely at my heart,
Cutting me
Tearing me
Ripping me apart.
I question if you love me
And even if you care,
But ask of you, shamefully,
I wouldn’t ever dare.
Intention may not have it,
Selflessness I do not heed,
But do you have a purpose
For leaving my soul to bleed?

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