every person that touches me will leave me
and every love I have will leave,
I am destined for failure, says I,
says most everything,
every fire I have will
burn
out
and leave me
charred
and every love I have runs away
every love I have understands me but
they never
are able to stay
every fire I have burns me, and every spark I feel will
catch me on fire
and I
will die in the end from
loving too much.
YOU ARE READING
complacent
Poetryquieter achieved poems from the girl who thinks of stars and angels
