What if our body count was determined by how many people we give our love to?
Then I'd be a hoe right ?
I'm not feeling like me
It knocks you down
Builds you up
And repeats
Not all love is fake just the kind I run into
But this time when I run
I'm running far
Farther than I've ever been before
So I can soar in a land
That helps me be me
The me that you couldn't see
This isn't a person it's a thing
You came only to bring
Pain
Tears
The growth of my fears
To love like I've never done
Just like God's only son
Another picture for me to frame
And show to my next lover
YOU ARE READING
Illusion
RomanceIdk what's going on in my brain so I tilted my head over and let it all drain out onto this paper...
