Our kind of love

Tell me you are sorry that u puched me into the coffee table last night
so i can push u of me
try and touch me so i can scream at you not to touch me
run out the room and i'll follow you like a lost puppy
baby without you im nothing, im so lost, hug me

It's  sick how all the battles is what keeps me satisfied

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