Thank god
I can look back
And laugh
In your face

You weren't ever pretty
But rather
You
******

No beauty
Or heart
No character
*******

I don't know why
I ever loved you
Cause oh *******
I made a mistake

My thoughts
Right now
Are scrambled
And prominent

They're dancing
While I watch
I'm trying
To contain them

And once
I catch them
You appear
And they escape

your jawline
like ice
your lips
sweet honey
dark eyes
an abyss
and darling
i'm lost in it

before you came
my heart was a wasteland
desolate, dark, dreary
black like death

the sun never shown
and the wind always blew

but after you came
my heart grew into a garden
cultivated, clear, colorful
white like life

the sun always shown
and the wind never blew

I'm not gonna lie
I think you're beautiful
Your aesthetic
Quite fine

I feel intrigued when
I stare into your eyes
My heart beats
A little faster each time

But curiously
I don't love you
Or think I do
Or even think I like you

You're just gorgeous
And I want to stare
And smile
But that's it

you don't often know
that you've trodden through hell
until you're out of it
because
hell isn't always
burning or pain or agony
sometimes instead
it is love and lust and longing
it's not always
isolation or depression or winter
but instead
it's the touch of a lover
who means you harm,
the lies from the malicious
covered in sweet honey
most of the time
your hell is personal
and not a burning flame
rather
it's the devil
disguised as something
or someone
you love

your words exactly:
"i believe our paths were meant
"to intersect,
"but not to sustain.
"to touch,
"but not to cling.
"to meet,
"but not to unite. "
and i still love you,
despite.