You were my curse.
My ultimate curse.
I loved you once.
You loved me too.
We hurt each other,
Our bond broken in two.
Every time I see you,
I'd think of everything.
Your touch, akin to cotton;
Your love, a sweet caress.
I wake up every day,
Haunted by your smile.
I'd go to sleep every night,
Dreaming of your face.
Now every song I hear
Is an aching poem
Of how we came to love
Of how we came to hurt.
I called you my curse;
My sweet and painful curse.
No matter how much I deny,
Unloving you is one beautiful lie.
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The Hollow Shell ✔️
Poetry"Those empty eyes you have. That hollow heart you hold. Sometimes I wonder, If you have ever loved me at all." -Empty
