you confuse me,
in ways neither of us
understand.
one day its love,
and the next
we’re ripping each other
apart
at the throats.
we apologize
for things we
aren’t sorry for.
this isn’t love,
this is
addiction
for something
so beautiful,
so intoxicating,
yet so painful
and deadly.
- Author: k.s. (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 3rd, 2017 17:47
- Category: Love
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