The thunderstorms you would create with
your words
have been inked into my skin
run through my veins and
poisoned me with your
\"love\"
i long for the way your electrified my soul
one more time
but
should\'ve realized when your touch
burned my skin
that fire is a dangerous thing to play with
and
i always wondered what your words meant
when you said that
you loved me,
but the daisies you grew beneath my ribcage have slowly
wilted and rot
and I have left your
\"love\"
long ago.