My words,
can look like poetry,
and still taste
of poison.

Your eyes,
can shine like stars,
and still burn
like flames.

My hands,
can feel feather soft,
and still
carry a knife.

Your words,
can comfort like a hug
and still manage to steal
all my blood.


- we volley between our love and our desire to hate each other, but I could never pick one, you have damaged me to never love you, but been there enough  so I can never hate you

-Chloe Aldecoa