Don't you see?
How much I
love...
you?
The others don't matter
to me.
As long as I...
have you?
You who looks away
frightened.
You who...
loves another?
Don't you know that I
won't have it?
You are mine...
mine, right?
Possessive lovers are better
because they never leave you.
I'll be that person...
for you?
They say our love is a
question.
Love is a question itself...
isn't it?
You are lovely and...
my love never runs dry.
I love love love...
you?
I may be unsure of plenty
of things in this putrid world.
But I am sure of one thing.
That is... I'll love you forever.
And ever... and ever...
and ever... Until you can't
breathe and your heart
won't pump and beat...
Without me... your ghost.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryAn expression or burst of emotions, a place of solace from suicide and depression. May be an art or a form of liberation-probably a loss of sanity driven from hungry memories; to understand and listen to the stories around us, a passion-driven delir...
