I remember, not so long ago,
i was someone else.
Someone I did not want to be.
But darkness,
Oh, my darkness -
it devoured me.
Once again.
The poisoned touch of yours -
an electric current,
running through my body.
I knew,
you wanted me for
one dance of the sheets.
Manipulated by the
romance of empty trees,
i could not leave.
Loving you was a way of self harm.
Jan 8, 2025
Jan 8, 2025 at 10:03 AM UTC