there's something about you
when you fight for-
fuck it, I don't care what the cause is
it's so alluring.
the fire for redemption in you,
is such a thing of beauty.
i don't get intimidated
by how intense you get when you're heated
i saved the fear for the day
you surrender.
when your appetite for destruction dies,
you would too.
YOU ARE READING
the letdown
Poetryself destructive thoughts and discoveries mixed into somewhat poetry.
