like the fire burning for wood,
Like the candle burnt for wax.
I used to burn for you,
I burnt for you even when I had nothing more to burn for,
And you blew me out,
I wasted my self on you,
Like you wasted yourself for alcohol.
YOU ARE READING
barely attached
Poetrywhen we love, we usually love so hard that it physically pains us to even think about leaving the person we love. this is a short collection of poetry written by me. it might not be the best, but its there. (also please dont think its a book about l...
