the fiction of love
is the truth behind life
we grow up dreaming of falling into it
when we do, even one-sided
we find it's a lie
there are few that delude themselves
into the landscape that is their partner
but the bittersweet melody of what we call love
is a variant of insanity
ultimately it's all in our heads
over time we still see their ghosts
when they leave us to desiccate
I hope that I sink into my memory of you
never to claw out
torture so I never love again
I don't hate that I needed you
I hate that I wanted to need you
because that's what made it feel real
if I can't let you go
I need darkness to lie in
because then I can't see your ghost nor shadow
if there is no light to form a silhouette
I hate that it seemed I wasn't enough
but I can't change for you
just as you can't change for me
it would've been a twisted lie if we did
turned balance to acidity
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The Devil's Love-Ridden Abuse II POETRY Second Edition
PoetryAsh stains on my jeans you're still on my mind cherry on my skin you're still there pain doesn't block you out freezing hands shaking body withdrawals from your warmth butt burning my fingertips burning my lips dying to feel you again strike the...
