A poem for a Confused
What do you expect to get from this?
Your twisted form of innocence
Far too gone for you to reach any form of Bliss
An apology won't fix your lack of religiousness.
She's far too close to your eyes
Pulling you in
I cannot wait for your demise
For you to realize she is a sin.
Though she hides behind jet black fiction
All I know is that if I knew
How to love without affliction
I wouldn't dream of losing you.
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Philophobia
PoetryAssorted 100% original poetry pieces. Also some random excerpts from small stories (also original). Philophobia: (n.) a fear of love, falling in love WARNING: Indirect and direct references to sexual assault, depression, self-harm and suicide
