You're the morphine that floods through my veins, The weed that flows through my lungs, Yet you left me suffocated, Since our paths became separated.
You were my savior, The only escape the world could offer, Are these feelings just me overreacting? Or is your existence beyond addicting?
YOU ARE READING
a statement, with a question mark
Poetry• a leftover thoughts for a friend • Sometimes our loving heart made a statement, while our logical brain kept asking "why?". And here it is, it's a poem, it's a desire, it's a letter, it's a feeling, and it's a statement, with a question mark.
