What do you want?

Katy S.

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.

 

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