maybe that's all that love is.
losing it for the one
that
squeezes your heart
and makes violet butterflies
cut your stomach with their
sharp wings.
losing it for the one that
drives a rusty knife through your heart
and leaves you to die.
losing it for the one that
kisses you and takes care of you and
loves you.
THE END.
YOU ARE READING
reckless hearts
Poetrytheir love is fiery, wild, deep, euphoric, obsessive. she's his dirty little damsel, and he's her gorgeous, crazy vandal.
