A rarity is the affection
From a broken chest,
Uniqueness is the farce
With which it is made to repair.
A disaster it is
When the truth is exposed —
Everything comes crumbling down
When the opponent plays the masterstroke.
Realization hits, you've fallen for them.
Surprise foams out —
Your heart can still love!
Regret crawls on the skin
Like a shedding snake —
Slithering around your neck
Till you can't breathe the air.
Till the only thing you can breathe
Is the toxicity of the love you feel,
Til the only thing you can feel
Is the obsession that you see.
"You reap what you sow", said the scarecrow to the farmer.
YOU ARE READING
chai and an interview with life. (DISCONTINUED)
Poetryfinish all your work and sit down because i will either lull you to sleep or have you wake up, screaming. or maybe we could talk over a vanilla milkshake and fall in love for the night. your call. NOTE: this is the first draft, unedited version. i p...
