My love is blind
I walk into a hungry lion's den
And call it home.
I walk freely into a fire
Not caring if I would get burned
And on the other side
There is nothing.
No one to care for my burns,
Or my claw marks.
There is no home on the other side
No soft bed to sleep on
Or a book to lose myself in.
All that's there
Is a feeling of hurt and disrespect
It's like arriving at a party five minutes after its finished
Or like going to school on a Saturday and its just empty.
It's a feeling like shame
Shame for myself, why did I let this happen?
Why was I so blind?
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PoetryJust a lonely teenager in love, struggeling with emotions and wanting the end to come sooner rather than later :( i want to love but i just dont want to hurt them if i love one then i will hurt the other. So please forgive me, i can't hold back my...
