2015
If love is a weapon,
How are you not dead?
I smothered you with affection,
Though only in my head.
I still swear that I love you,
I swear that it's true.
Although, perhaps I'm just in love
With the idea of you.
Darling, you don't know me.
Perhaps it's best that way.
If we ever were to meet,
I know you'd run far away.
Who wants to love
The girl with a broken heart?
Forever shattered in pieces,
Not knowing where to start.
Instead I'll remain alone;
Tainted with my solitude.
For I'm an incurable disease,
Don't let me poison you.
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Cyanide Lakes
Poetry❝WE TURN OUR PAIN INTO BEAUTY AND HOPE OTHERS WILL RELATE.❞ Please read the introductory chapter for an extensive trigger-warning. This particular collection contains a wide variety of poems detailing thoughts of insecurity, depression, suicide, etc...
