You are everything and nothing at the same time. With the sound of your voice and a trace of your smile, my body fails. Even with the slightest movement of my hands, my chest explodes. And the patterns on the winds have failed to remind me: you could be dangerous.
The thought of you is terrifying- it's fatal. Because it's empty and too much at the same time. You bring me so many memories. Yet you remind me of how empty it felt. To be with you was a dying wish. But it could kill me. It could destroy everything that I am.
It was the thought of you that was consuming my soul. But I want it that way. If there's one thing that could kill me, I want it to be you. Too much of you. I want the toxic adrenaline of you running through my veins.
I want everything about you that could kill me. Your eyes, your lies, your hands, your voice, and your cries. I want every piece of you that could kill me.
But you stood there and let me live.
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Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
