My claim
I am the one who loves you,
although you call yourself my lover.
It can never match my love of you,
which always will rise higher,
just to keep you,
and my love will never have a rival.
You will always sink back into me,
forgetting all the others,
which you easily can do without,
but you'll never do without me.
Call me your entrapment if you like,
I would rather define it as your destiny.
You lost yourself to me from the beginning,
for good or for worse,
and whatever you may think of me,
I never failed you or betrayed you,
while all the others did.
So there.
Take it or leave it,
but you can never do without it.
Poetry by Laila Roth
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Written on 2007-12-25 at 20:02
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