Elouise Roux · Jul 4, 2011
Wine

You attack me when I am weak, helpless powerless to defend.

Why?

Simply because you can!

Everything becomes a joke, nothing is meant or meaningful.
Not with you.

Words are spilt, not spoken.

Sense, Reason, Purpose.
None of these describe you.
I crave that escape.

Hate and Love collide, become one.
I no longer exist, you embody me now.

Still aware, you grant me with memory.

Why?

Because you can, simple!

 
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