You're poison,
the worst possible trap anyone could fall for.
But you're so perfect,
no one else understands,
but you do.
And it all just makes sense,
or at least it seems to.
Then I open up my eyes and realize,
I fell for this horrible trap,
called love.
The worst part is,
the only antidote is you.
But if you're my poison,
how can you be the antidote?
It's all just a trap.
A huge love trap,
that everyone falls for sometime in their lifetime,
some stay trapped longer than others.
YOU ARE READING
Concrete Marshmallows | Watty's 2016
PoetryA collection of poems mainly about love and loss. Some personal experiences, others are from different people's perspectives. It's fairly self explanatory. Every poem speaks for themselves and tells it's own story. Enjoy!
