Parasitic.

I think they mean parasitic
When they declare a person
Isn’t good for you.

All the while seeing only
Themselves as the final
Benefactor — thanks to pain.

Your pain. My pain.
Who knows? So long as
It’s not their own.

After all, long enough
Have they seen themselves
In that dark pit of claws

And it is high time
They get their due, no
Matter the consequences.

It is all in their favor;
But I say … no more.
They are parasitic.

Yours is the strength,
The courage, the essence,
None of which they hold.

It is all on you,
My love… so
Let yourself free.

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