I held the paper
the sweet lie
in my hands
and devoured it.
Each word
like a drug
lulled me
More.
And more.
The poison seeped
into me
My heart absorbed
it.
Now the cold wind
swirls in it
Pain. Cold pain. It's real.
The missing piece
destroys me.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
