I fell in love
with the way her rings were
too big on her fingers.
With how cold she was by day,
but how warm by night.
How closed she was
when the sun was out,
but so turned on
like a light
once the moon shined.
The voice of a siren,
which lured me in even more,
ripping me from my ropes and
dragging me into the water,
happily drowning, knowing
my life would be forever spent
with her.
I fell in love
with the flash of white teeth
that produced the glimpse of
fangs
when looking indirectly at her.
The sweet taste of her mouth,
red and dark like raspberries
with sharp, protective thorns.
I tell her I want to penetrate her
barriers, to get to know the
"real" her.
But she scoffs,
"you know the real me"
and turns away, but not before
I see the spark of a lie
in her eyes.
I fell in love
with the illusion of her.
Because how can someone so perfect
even exist at all?
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Addiction
PoetryA journey that started at the bottom, but led me to the very top. With or without you.