Hyperbole is my favorite form of communication Overstating a happiness I barely feel is easier than admitting to the overwhelming sadness
You tainted my book
The one where all my words go Every other page soiled With thoughts of you Poems of adoration And lines of punishment My devotion literally Written all over it
You tainted my heart
I miss you You miss me Yet we keep missing each other
Hanging on by a thread Waiting for you to cut the cord
You think her kiss is magic One day you’ll learn it’s poison
Poke at your own wounds
But leave mine alone
When you avoid your feelings, you bury your passion
What is life without passion?
The darkness in my head thick viscid pulling me under
I once thought you had come to banish the darkness It turns out you only came to snuff out my remaining light