You're the devil with blue eyes,
but for you, I would backslide.
Life was better in your lies;
I miss your toxic in the sky.
Life was better with you,
conversations sweeter with you.
We agreed on everything too—
except making it official with you.
I guess I blew it with you,
but is inhaling a crime?
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Love Addict: The Collective
Poetryraw exploration of love's highs and lows-the thrill of infatuation, the ache of withdrawal, and the pull that feels as addictive as it is electrifying. Through each act, this collection dives deep into the phases of love that blur reality and consum...
