It destroyed me inside out-
the memories that flooded my mind,
and the things I did-
to remember how you tasted
It was frantic hell in the beginning,
like love by the 4th,
like all the good times by the 6th,
and like your arms by the 9th.
A little bit like death too-
It destroyed me inside out-
but I'd drink poison if
it tasted like you.
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Poems
PoetrySonnets, couplets, free style. Just my outlet in all forms of poetic expression.
