Weapon

Why? Why do you do this to me?
Its clear that you don't love me.
You only love the monster inside me.
You don't care that im hurting.
Only that the monster inside me can hurt others
You don't care about me.
Why? Why did you say you love me?
You played on my emotions then betrayed me.
To the monster inside me.
You took my love and turned it into a weapon...

poem by Veronica Nieves
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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