The tone in those eyes was immense.
Piercing my heart.
Leaving gaping holes.
Suffocating without your air.
Struggling to live without your voice.
The want for you was out of control.
The obsession grew.
An infectious disease from one touch
left my body weak.
A virus in my mind from one thought.
Paralyzed from one glance.
Frozen from the forsaken act.
Eventually, the virus ate my mind whole.
The only thing that mattered.
The touch left me weak.
The thought took over.
The glance left me motionless.
The kiss stole my soul.
The virus feasted,
preyed
and devoured.
You own me now.
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Yasmine Rivera
I am 16 years old with a passion for writing poetry and books. My material is incredibly melancholy, so do not forget the tissues.
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