I'll love you
Until I hate you
I'll find you
Until I lose you
I'll defend you
Until you're proven guilty
Then, suddenly, I hate you.
I lost you.
You're guilty.
You're evil.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of a Neurotic Insomniac
PoetryLet's see how this goes. It's time for this sleep-deprived, emotionally-unstable creature to write some shit down.
