You're the sickness killing me
You're the air that I'm forced to breathe
You're the reason I've gone insane
You're the gentle thought that's on my brain
You're the growing pains on a sleepless night
You're the moon that wraps me in light
You're the one that I can't stand
You're the one who held my hand
You're the one who I have to hate
You're the one who I can't forsake
You're the one who makes me want to scream
You're the one that saves me from my dreams
You're the one I hate to love
You're a drug, and I cannot get enough
YOU ARE READING
The String
PoetryThe strings that lead me back when I floated away. This will be a collection of my poems and any relatively short stories I come up with.
