I drink it in, the pain of your love.
Try to make myself believe it isn't anything like poison.Am I fooling myself
Into thinking that you'll fall
For me too?
YOU ARE READING
eternally ephemeral [ poetry & prose ]
Poetry[ Previously titled Soothing Thoughts of the Clamorous Mind. ] Here are the- Words dripping out of my mouth like ink Vanishing into the blues on the brink Of whispered promises That make our hearts scratch with callouses. Or in short and simple way...
Poison
I drink it in, the pain of your love.
Try to make myself believe it isn't anything like poison.Am I fooling myself
Into thinking that you'll fall
For me too?