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Cute

Cute?
Because I can see the truth.
While you remain blind.
Cute?
Because I love you and
can protect you just as well
as you can protect me.
Cute?
I'm cute?
You find me slipping into
a homicidal jealousy cute?
I want to murder her.
I hate her.
She never care about you.
And once she finds someone else--
You'll be nothing to her again.
Am I still being cute?
How adorable am I right now?
I'll never lie to you love.
Putting my hatred for her aside,
she never liked you.
I'm sorry, love.
She tolerated you.
She wanted to avoid you.
You annoyed her.
I apologize if my words burn
like a hote knife melting
through butter but I've been
holding back fo so long.
I'm not jealous-- I'm trying to
protect you.
So please love,
do not call me
jealous--
do not call me
possessive--
do not call me
controlling--
But most importantly do
not call me
cute--