From the beginning,
we were web and deceit,
together in a game
made of desire and silence.
We wove lies with intertwined fingers,
as those who seek refuge
in their own prison.
My love...
my sin...
In exchange for your promise,
I swear to love you with all that I am.
Without hesitation.
Without asking for forgiveness.
To love you in the only way
you learned to be loved:
in pain.
In possession.
In the abyss.
From today on,
I will take your fate in my hands.
And you, mine.
We will be a curse to each other.
Hot iron seared into the skin.
A love that burns
and never heals.
YOU ARE READING
illusions
Poetry"This is where I write down my thoughts and ideas about various topics that pique people's curiosity."
