you are fire
you are my way of torture
your mystery holds my head
under the water
as you blow air
into my mouth so I can
keep breathing
where did you learn
how to kill someone?
the way you touch me
and leave me half-dead
how can you look
at me from afar
and make heart forget
how to beat
how do you do it?
where you leave me suffocating
where I am overcome
where I am pain but
but still have me say
I want more
—the more you let go, the more I hold on
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an ocean of teardrops
PoetryI avoid surfaces with reflections, avoid facing reality. At the sea, where I last washed away my scars only to have them appear in different places, different faces. And so I try comforting myself through imaginary conversations with the people I lo...
