I want to drown
Not by inhaling water,
But from inhaling your scent.
I want to cry
Not from a broken heart,
But from laughing so hard that i'm sobbing.
I want to fight.
Not to get angry.
But to fight over who loves the other more.
But deep down, i know that i'm the only one wanting these things.
YOU ARE READING
black coffee.
Poetrypoetry is best served steaming hot with a lot of bitter anger, just like coffee.
