One of a kind
I craved
until I starved
for the love I have
only found
in your
empty words
And within your words
I have found
more warmth
than I have ever felt
in the arms
of another
Weakness
I have no willpower
to refuse your hands
around my neck
any longer
For they are
my greatest weakness
Spellbound
I can’t decide just yet
If I have found heaven
or hell
between those sheets
As I keep crawling back
into your arms
While your hand is
still wrapped
around the dagger
in my back
Stockholm Syndrome
I have found myself
captive
in your arms
Foolishly thinking
they were
freedom
The Bitter Truth
Half loved
or not at all
Doesn’t make
a difference
after all
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