I loved him.

And he loved me.

I feel like I lost myself.

And he found me.

I love the daytime.

Because I miss him at night.

Little did I know he

Was planting bombs

Disguised as flowers

I got addicted so quickly.

His absence created a

Growing desire in me

He had me wrapped.

Around his finger

And then he broke.

me into little pieces and

Scattered my remains at the

Corners of Earth

I am lost again.

With no one to find me

-Kat. J. K.