In search of a spark,
Make a little light in the midst of the dark.
Craving a little fire,
But instead you get something dire.
You're in search of an adrenaline rush.
Drinking lots and indulging in that good kush.
You were bad for the well being of others.
Burden the soul and lives of your lovers.
"Love" is a blinding agent.
It Blurs the path of what truly is.
Giant hugs and you'll seal it with a kiss.
Who knew a person could have such power.
Could force a soul to do anything, at anytime, at any hour.
All that bitterness, you were a hateful chief
It all led me to my career as a bitter thief.
Enter a new relationship, and rob them of anything.
Love, happiness, clothes and a beautiful diamond ring.
Ruin any potential for some good in this life.
Stab them in their back with the sharpest knife
Your toxicity was disguised as something good.
I didn't see it happening, and it hurt me so wrong;
To know I was becoming the thief all along.
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PoetryTackled by too many emotions, and riddled with pain, a character tells his story through poetry. As he happens to find himself stuck in a rut for years, he turns to any and every remedy to ease the pain. Drinking, Crying, Writing, and listening to m...
