A poem (more or less) that I just wrote:
It's okay because I know it's all a lie. All a beautiful, magical, sweet and pure lie. A dream and a nightmare. A blessing and a curse. Empty promises you love to feel fall out of your mouth and form warm words. No matter the how high the fire inside of you burns, it can't reach past your throat. You let your mind wrap around itself on empty promises. Promises that you'll get what you want and that it'll be me waiting there. I trust myself that it isn't true. I trust myself to know it's a lie. But I can't help but humor you. Your tongue holds me prisoner and I can't help but let myself be trapped. I let you cage me in love with honeysuckles and rose buds. But I know that when winter comes, the flowers will wilt and my chains will rust and you will be gone. Broken and empty on a search for your next opponent.
Just thought I'd share bc I liked it :))