I know you're bad for me,
but I don't care.
I can't hold myself back anymore.
Fire and gasoline aren't meant to mix,
but sometimes,
the outcome is better than intended.
The odds might be against us,
but who could blame us for trying?
Is it really worth a shot?
No,
I've got it all wrong,
I'm the fire,
you're smoke.
And eventually,
fires burn out,
and smoke destroys you from the inside out.
But they work together.
I guess it all matters that,
in the end,
is it still worth it?
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Concrete Marshmallows | Watty's 2016
PuisiA 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!
