Perfect Misery


Love-
corruption of the heart,
a sensation that overtakes the soul,
perfect misery.
A weight on your lungs that leaves you gasping for air,
utterly breathless.
A feeling of perfection that clouds your judgment,
weakness,
helplessness.
A thousand reasons not to stay, yet you just keep holding on,
grasping,
clinging to all the hope that faded long ago.
Trapped inside a fantasy,
locked away forever in his hands-
controlled,
imprisoned,
clueless.

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