we loved
we lost
but there he was
unexpected
but the "he" wasn't what i thought
i accepted him
i loved him
he loved me
but one love was a little
different
than the other
through the smoke it was
obvious
who was there
and who was just an illusion
from the smoke's
high
not
yours
YOU ARE READING
honey sights
Poetrytrigger warning: mature content. be wary. may trigger anxiety and other mental conditions.
