Conflicted Love

People who stress me out
Raise the peaks of my heart rate
People who I’m supposed to love and maybe do
Who spike my heart rate
Not in the, be still my beating
I mean someone in my blood
Who boils my brain, cheeks, and hands

I do everything to hold back
From going ape shit
And hugging them while kicking their ass
And strangling them while thanking them

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One comment

  1. Sounds like bipolar 😛

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