The only thing I can see now are your words...
The things that you speak of are a magnetic drug; once you're pulled in, there's no escaping.
Love has trapped me once again.
He tempted me with his confidential taboo...
Then he revealed his aggression.
He took away something that I can't live without; he forced me to loosen my grip.
I tried so desperately to hold on with all my might, then, Love whispers in my ear:
" I have no use for you," he says.
Then, he walks away.
My heart is out of place, and my tears don't have a place to to conceal themselves.
I am gone.
I am lost.
Being apart from you leaves me incomplete...
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Poetry(#12 in Poetry- 3/5/17 |14 in Poetry- 2/28/17 |23 in Poetry- 11/18/16) Have you ever considered picking up a pen and writing to the one you fear most? Well, that's what I've done. When I write to my fears, It's oddly satisfying, because I know that...
