You look at me with your vibrant green eyes and ask me, "why don't you miss me." I look at you shocked. The truth is I have been yours since the very first time your poisoning lips touched mine, and I will always miss you. But you're like the apple off the forbidden tree; once touched, your life is ruined by the knowledge that no love can be as strong yet destructive as this one.
-to the love of my life.
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PoetryRandom short quips about love, pain, and healing. Follow my journey and maybe you'll even find a way to heal also.
