loving you is not easy
not when persons feelings change like the weather
not when you want to leave and i want to go back to when we were together
loving you is like fire
it resinates in my stomach and burns my organs
I'm screaming for water
and you are just not it
soothe me
YOU ARE READING
Being between life and death
PoetryYou, holder of chaos, have the ability to make it look like beauty.
