Your love,
Was Something I never wanted to get rid of.
A warm blanket, so cozy,
Maybe it was its warmth that brought heat to my cheeks making them rosy.
Or maybe your words,
Before they turned so dark,
And sick and twisted.
They rapped around my throat,
Felling like I were a passenger or rather held captive on a sinking boat.
Caught inside,
My breathing denied,
Let me die.
