At what point

does love turn into a possession.

Not so simple as an obsession, fixation.

It’s a yes that turns into manipulation.

The coating of your words are not sweet,

they are venom laced and pinpricked,

thorns embedded on your tongue.

I’d much rather something cloying-

I’d much rather nothing at all.

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