How bitter of a thing you are, Love.
Upon your taste,
One expects hints of wild berries,
Upon your scent,
Roses and fresh grass carresssed by morning dew.
And upon your touch,
Soft silk and warm water.
Instead, one receives nothing but grief for one’s soul.
You eat it up so relentlessly,
With so little care in your own Heart,
That it makes me wonder if you really do want to bring people together or really just
drive them apart.
I began to accept you.
My weakness prevented me otherwise.
You take advantage of this, don’t you?
You aim to find people who lack strength and further decrease their worth.
You made me believe that there is more to someone than just their existence.
What you failed
And continue to fail
To show me
Is just how much it hurts to be betrayed by you.
And just how much one gets addicted to the pain.
About the Creator
Mihaela Vasileva
I write based on heart. I love based on thought. I think based on truth.
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