White Noise [Poetry]

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| curse |

i nearly forgot you
but i should have, you're not true
you poison what you touch
and i'm the fool that called it love

you took over what was left of my mind
knew how to play it just right
and i let you take control
because you're a curse i can never let go

you had me buy reminders of your love
blinded me to the world while we hung them up
and when i was finally free of you
you found your way back and i welcomed you

i guess you are something i can never forget
and i'm so lost so you get away with it
i'll let you corrupt what belongs to you
my body, mind, and soul; it's like you knew