love...
hurts.
stings.
pricks.
butterflies exist to burn.
social anxiety leaves you to yearn.
kisses stick to skin like glue.
a touch melts you delicately.
the agony of do I know you.
the searing pain of I want to.
the fever exist to never chill.
dreams kill you softly.
letting you know the love was real.
the bittersweet taste beyond fiction.
a tragedy written becomes real.
heat between bodies haunts you still.
the grief of breaking up it kills you still.
the weakness of wanting you back.
a kiss I die just to feel.
yet I see you in my sleep.
are you real?
I feel you.
I tastes you.
nothing is left.
a love story was no longer real.
yet I close the pages.
just to feel a chill.
audience of one.
seats no longer filled.
yet a chapter closed.
the harshness of another conceived.
wanting you.
but forgetting me.
knowing you were a dream I'd never see.
yet never feel.
never to taste the honey that linger deep from my lips.
yeah love.... hurts.
cuz me and you were so real.
yet you were a drug.
did you come in a pill?
dying for the sake of love.
morphine a daily dose of three years.
waiting on the agony of me and you to kill.
©darkmocha
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