I Don't Know (The Meaning Of Love)

I took the words,
The life, the spirit
of the poet before me
I took them for myself.
All because I liked them.
Not liked, loved.
But that they never knew,
They never will now.
But you'll know.

You'll carry this around,
day in, day out.
But will you ever tell me
the truth? That I'm a bitch,
a thief, a liar, a whore?

Can you ever bring yourself
to say it? Those few words?

A/N: Yes, yes, I did borrow some of that from lyrics, what, like I never have before?