I know we got to terms
But I want the thoughts of you to leave my mind
It's like poison
Killing me slowly
Eventually droplets of salt slide down my cheeks again
Please leave
I still want you as a friend
But my imagination wants you as more than that
Hopefully these thoughts will dissolve
Like your words you said to me before
YOU ARE READING
the feelings are fatal
Poesíapoetry a non existent love story the thoughts of the many scenarios revolving around love gallop through my mind when it's blank a blank canvas painting itself with invisible paint
