Don't love it'll hurt you

Kiss on the lips
The taste of you is on my tounge
In my mouth
Burning my throat

Gentle caress of your hands
Down my body
Holding my face
Making me sick of myself

Gazing into my doe eyes
Loving and adoring
So happy it hurts me
And forces me to look away

Slipping inside of me
Kissing as you go deeper
Gently thrusting with moans
Whispering "I love you"

Sick of the touches
The kisses
The love
 Don't love a monster
You call me beautiful,which rings in my ears even through the loudest music
But on the inside I am sickly
  And that makes me ugly
And unworthy of love