You have an effect on me
Like a drug
Or a person with OCD
You’re always in my head
Some days I feel dead
But at the same time
So happy, because I am rid
Of your and our mess
Of the chaos and toxic poison
You left me with a wound
It feels infected
Like my heart will rot
And fall out
No this isn’t easy
But it is better
We were destroying each other
No longer saw the good in each other
We quit trying to understand each other
All of this is sometimes hard to fathom
And when we meet again
Both of us will be phantoms
Of what we used to be
The destruction has ceased
But I know chaos will overwhelm
And everything divine will crumble
For we will both stumble fall and break.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem