We often find ourselves falling into the deceptive false tenses of love, we fall in love with the illusion of love itself, with being loved. we fall so deep into that disillusionment we lose all sense of reality which we have left to grasp.
I apologize beforehand for my lack of perception on this new found love, I've got a mind full of savages that know no mercy, never have they been so relentless as to dismember this feeling.
I love you..
"its not real"
I love you..
"she'll only break you"
I think I love her..."tell me, are you ready to bleed?"
I can't promise you much, just a thousand pieces of what used to be my heart, "she can't save you"..I came across a memorizing sensation that keeps me on a high, such bittersweet moments, I don't remember becoming so touchable...
"she'll want to change you" it caressed me from within all at once
I'm so used to my heart being misguided by corrupt intentions, but she's become my latest addiction... I can't let her leave
"you don't deserve her" but my heart is begging me to open up my mouth
"you can't cure her"
I'll never leave...
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Songs of Milan
PoetryAn anthology of beautifully whimsical, grown up poetry by Milan. A. Get ready to bask in the sensual words of my poems.