always haunted by the way I loved you and the way you cursed me to an endless tide -
drowning in the bittersweet poison you named our love.
perhaps I was too sweet
perhaps I was too bitter
but the balance in our tide ceased to be and all that was left was a shadow of a stranded bottle among the wreck of our love.
too bitter to taste
too sweet to cherish
; never just right.
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Unspoken Thoughts
Poetrycollection of late night poetry and thoughts ~ madness, heartbreak, love and isolation. a mess of my mind depicted in a book. (lowercase intended)
