when you look at me, if feel like a foul
like i have made my whole life alot worse.
i sometimes regret even talking to you in the first place.
you caught me in the moment and you had me in your hooks the moment you started talking of love, especially between me and you.
you had your hooks dug so deep into my skin the only way to let you go, was to rip the hooks out and try and endure the pain of me and you being apart. i cant stand the pain. you are my first aid kit, you are my healing jesus. you are my everything.
you are mine, and nothing or no one can change that.
never
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem