Ignorant
How was My soul so ignorant to believe in the illusion of love?
Letting myself take what was gone, and depend my life on it.
Letting myself get beaten with what came next.
Letting my self stab the remaining corners of what was left.
But,
worst of all letting you just stare.
11/21/17
YOU ARE READING
31 Moons
PoetryOcean deep Why are you killing me? Why are you forcing me to drown in the ocean of your eyes. So deep and so wide they are. With only stepping, a single foot, I am surely to die. 11/3/17
