he was a heroin
i was a poison
loving him was addictive
loving me was suicide
but in the name of love, we deny
all the nightmares, terrors, and hell
in the name of love, we drown
in our desire, stupidity, and selfishness
in the name of love, we die
cause we keep coming back to break each other's heart
30/05/21
YOU ARE READING
well, this is me trying to speak my mind
Poetry"How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it's just words." - David Foster Wallace.
