you are smiling
you push me to the edge playfully
and i don't fight you
because i mistake everything you do
with affection
i will love you
even with your hands around my throath
i would whisper you to hold tighter
until you take my breathe away
just like your kisses
i will see the bruises you give
as presents on my skin
because no matter what you do
my mind will tell me that i love you
even though you show your kindness with punches
and here i am
thinking love was supposed to make you feel more alive
when it is making me feel more dead inside
YOU ARE READING
lovesick
Poetryeat up my heart honey, feed it to the birds. i don't need it anyway. it hasn't done me any good.
