Looking down upon my greatest fears,
I'd have to say
my greatest one
is you.
To describe you
would be to describe a hurricane
in its peak of power.
Causing my world to humpty-dumpty,
never to be put back together again.
I still love you.
But I think I hate you more.
My heart says that is debatable.
And it's all just survival of the fittest, now.
But it seems
I'm not so fit
to survive.
YOU ARE READING
you killed my flower
Poetryi hate the way your eyes can manipulate me. poems about his eyes and other things.
