Every One


Every poem always starts with I love you.
Every poem ends with me having to let you go.
But all of the words in the middle make it so hard
for me to make the pain seep into my veins slow.
You're the poison that I crave every minute, every hour
every day.
And you're the poison in my blood that makes the pain
go away. Because you send the rush of feeling wanted
and needed through my body.
And the melody of your sweet words make reality seem
foggy.
But you're just poison, and it's getting dangerous to
crave. You're the poison I don't need,
but you make me brave.
You're a beautiful twist to what I believe is love.
If white is to purity and peace, you're the black dove.
I know that it's painful and it's okay to let go too.
But the thought of you being poison for someone else,
makes my skin black and blue.
Know that whatever happens, our story will remain
unfinished.
Because you and I were supposed to make it, but just
like our trust,
love diminishes.

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