my love for him is like a
cactus. its flowers are beautiful,
yet scarlet red blood drip from
my fingertips when we come
in contact. is this why the colour
red represents l o v e?
my love for him is
like anti-depressants. it makes
my heart pump with happiness, yet
its side effects are headaches, anxiety and sometimes even d e a t h.
my love for him is basically
made of dopamine, seratonin
and oxytocin. yet an overdose
of any of them will result in
schizophrenia, extreme paranoia,
and i n s a n i t y.
is my love for him even a
matter of black and white,
day and night, or even light and
darkness? or is it just a maelstrom
that can never be resolve?
perhaps i shouldn't have loved you after all.
YOU ARE READING
a book of poems
Poetryall i write about is unrequited love, pain and tears. oh, don't i love myself so much? [#3 in poetry -- 31/12/17] [ #118 in poetry -- 03/10/15 ] [30/8/15 -- 2/10/16]
