His love was simple, I thought.
He never loved me.
Or did he?
My mix of emotions between him wasn't right.
Oh, why did I love him.
Did he wanted to be fixed?
No, I was just like every other girl.
Why did he still talk to me?
Why did he still touch me?
Kiss me?
Was he the complex.
Destined for love?
I doubt it.
We fought like lions and bears.
But, he still came back.
We were a broken record.
Replaying the same line over and over again.
So, he was more of a complex man.
But, I know it in my heart.
He loved me and I loved him back.
In this sick and twisted way.
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