we were a car wreck.
a undying warmth of bodies.
a tragedy as conceived.
yet we are meant to be.
loving off the wreckage of our own insecurities.
passion like a smoking gun.
just waiting to go bang.
torn between infatuation and weakness.
yet we ache.
longing for the complexity of love.
we were made to burn.
yet we were a damned love.
that loved anyway.
like a drug looking to just get high.
yet you were the only drug for me.
yet it was love.
it was hell.
it was sincerity of heaven.
yet I was weak.
a weakness that plague my existence.
it was the agony to know I love you.
and there was no escape.
just no escape.
©darkmocha
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