Overdosed

Day 179

You weren't light,

yet you are fire.

Even if touching you burns me, 

I could do it all over again.

The pain is nothing,

compared to touching you again.

You weren't good,

yet you are pure.

You may not give beggars the alms they need,

But a prayer is all you speak.

I hate it that you can give your love to others,

but me.

You weren't him,

yet you are my love.

He may make me feel beautiful and loved.

Yet the pain that creeps in is what I love.

You may not be able to give your love.

But at least you can give pain to me.

That's all I need,

for I am a lover and a fool.