You taught me that love was destructive, that it annihilates in the same breath it creates life
And that I was willing to destroy myself for love.
Or more so, destroy myself for your love.
I find myself trapped in the paradox of you
Crushing beautiful daffodils with the hands that once plucked them so tenderly
Remembering home can be a temporary haven for the belief of false permanence
Comforted by how you were my favorite lie
The way you whisper your sweet songs into deaf ears yet the sound still penetrates
The melody creates the perfect imagery of me and you in my head
Twisting dreaded reality into pretty fantasies
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Author:
aijaialberts (
Offline) - Published: July 4th, 2022 05:30
- Comment from author about the poem: Wrote this one night waiting for the train lol
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Comments1
Nice poem, I could so identify. For I to was such a fool.
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