When you are lost to them, they fight
Say all the things you long to hear and beg to hold you tight
Tell you they cannot live without the smell of your hair, your skin
Dream of you day and night, wearing you down for the win
Your guard is strong and your worth is high
A drug to them, something they will do anything to deny
Then slowly, you allow them the chance, you feed their addiction
But instead of it growing stronger, roots burying deeper
You start to realise, your barrier was your trophy and your love now your weakness
And you are losing them with every small and tender kiss
Do they grow bored? Or bored without a fight?
Did they truly love you or were you ultimately right?
That love is something of a game to some, small victories to none
A battlefield of emotions where to win, there will only be just one.
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Ethereal Abyss
PoetryPoetry for me began as a much needed escape from the reality of this world. The same endless routines, faceless people day after day. A slow steady evolution began in my solitude as my work started changing from the torturing monotonous cries of esc...
