Your love was controlling and cold
I could hardly breathe
Without you there
Admonishing me
I'd end up dead if I'd stayed any longer
You had always said you were stronger
We were lovers -
that was what you called it -
But that shit was so toxic and you knew it
I'd say you were Winter
But even that isn't as cold as you
You don't know how to love
And I hope no one else falls for you
Every time you were near
Goosebumps appeared
All I did was suffer and freeze with you
So I set myself on fire and left
I'm sure you didn't lose sleep over me
You always said I was weak
At least I have a beating heart
Unlike someone I knew
That shit was so toxic and you thrived
I'd say you were Death
But even that isn't as cold as your eyes
You don't know how to love
And I hope no one else falls for your lies
Every time you came near the temperature dropped a few degrees
But that was nothing compared to the feeling when you'd hold me
I started to freeze to death too, my lips had turned blue
And that was when I knew I had to get away from you
I grabbed a match and burned
But at least I'm warmer than you
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Metanoia
PoesíaMetanoia: [Noun] Change in one's way of life resulting from penitence or spiritual conversion. Poems, songs, and the occasional letter.
