You asked me why I loved you and I told you it was indescribable, like water. I've never seen the glass half full, not when I feel half empty.
Tears are streaming down my face and burns with reminders of raw, broken skin. And how my mothers kisses no longer healed my internal bruises. Together we are murky and opaque. A stagnant pond that hasn't felt the ripples caused by life in days. I stopped seeing our future months ago.
And all I taste is salt! If our love made sense, why do these water drops setting fire to my face? I can't even visit the sandy shores of the ocean because the strong currents send off breezes of pain and remembrance of you. We have the kind of love people breathe in. The kind of love that is so potent it burns in the back of their throats. The kind that gets pushed to the back of their minds because the demons hurt twice as much as they tear in the form of words from your mouth as they do taunting your mind.
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Poetry"I know that sometimes for people, I feel like too much; But let me kiss away the phantom pain that the scars remind you of, Let me kiss the burns on your hands, From when you touched the burning fire within my soul. Let me show you that yes, I am...
