Poison.
You looked me straight into my eyes.
The words you said reverberated throughout my entire being.
As you laid by my side, holding my hand.
That moment was the closet thing to my idea of perfection.
Your warm breath on my neck.
The smell of your skin coursing through me.
And the taste of your lips as they met against mine.
I've never endured such a sweet poison as someone spoke the words, "I love you."
YOU ARE READING
We Called it Love.
PoetryA collection of tales written by a depressed poet. Inspired by the boy who promised he'd never break her. These are the faults in my heart.
