She comes first to elate me
Only then to berate me
My experiences tell me
Love must surely hate me
Her cold manners break me
Her cold hands forsake me
And tomorrow, like today
Love will proceed to ache me
She would never want to kill me
With her jeers she will fill me
After years of torture her
Favourite toy is still me

Represents toxicity in love… no offense
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LOVE AND HATE GO HAND IN HAND,
BOTH ARE LIVING IN THE SAME LAND,
ONE GOES NORTH THE OTHER SOUTH,
FIGHT AND COME CLOSER IN THE END.
DR. BHARDWAJ
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Love expresses anger sometimes
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