love is like alcohol
the first few sips doesn't mind your system, take a few more and you start to remember.
take a little bit too much and you're drowning in what you want to forget.
love is a little like a lie
it is the horrible truth that you always want to mask
love is a poem
you recite and lie to yourself until your lungs give out
just for you to remember what it really means
love is a fantasy
it is what you imagine when you read or write
but once you spill the ink on the pages
you'll realize you were just repeating empty phrases
love is obsession
it is nothing but my want for you that speaks to these words
YOU ARE READING
Instruments of War •Poetry•
Poésie"To you my darling, to more of your instruments of war"
