Love strikes me like a twisted curse,
A poison that corrodes my veins.
In every glance, I feel the worst—
A sickness, shackled by these chains.
I wage a war against your name,
Each thought of you, a dagger's bite.
Yet still, I fall, consumed by flame,
My heart a battlefield each night.
I loathe the way you haunt my mind,
An enemy I can't escape.
Desire wraps me, cold and blind,
In ropes I never meant to shape.
You make me weak, I hate this war,
I curse the way my soul bends low.
I'm drowning, sickened to the core,
Loving you—a violent blow.
My gut turns sour, a bitter ache,
Each heartbeat pounding, sharp and vile.
I want to tear this feeling, break—
Yet still, I'm captured by your smile.
Love, I detest this cruel game,
This power you hold, my silent plea.
I hate to love, I'm sick with shame,
Yet here I stand, your enemy.
YOU ARE READING
we won't cry anymore
Poetrya collection of poems and writings lying around in my notes app; a part of me, a pinch of my soul and here are my naked thoughts for you. hope you'll like my thoughts. have a good time in my mind!
