To Your Door

You come to me with open arms
You're only objective to distribute harm
You give the impression you like me,
Then turn to someone else despite me

I like you, as you well know
But you toss me around too and throw
You know what you're doing,
And you delight in it

For when you see me struggle
It gives you satisfaction
To see someone hurt besides you
It's all you want from me

Yet I see these things inside your heart
And can't help but think it's not your fault
Yet never the less the pains still here
And I will do your bidding till the end is near

Then I won't support you, for I will have left,
And you will have the pain you had before,
I came upon your crimson door.
By, James Levy
5/25/96 k.m.

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