You'll never know when it will ever be enough. Even I don't know when to stop. Like an addiction, it brings you to bliss, eating you slowly; killing you softly. That's how I described this love.
I dove into these uncharted waters, not knowing when to emerge again. It's sweet, it's peaceful, it's lovely, it's destructive; it's beautiful. Don't know when to wake up. And I don't really care if I ever wake up again.
Somehow, I knew it was wrong. I knew it had to stop. But how could I even stop when everything seemed so right? I was mesmerized, astounded by the idea of loving and being loved in return. But a love so painful shouldn't exist, should it? I don't know. I just know that I'm addicted, and I don't know when to stop.
If I stop.
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The Hollow Shell ✔️
Poetry"Those empty eyes you have. That hollow heart you hold. Sometimes I wonder, If you have ever loved me at all." -Empty
