• When you absolutely can’t live
    without someone,
    is it considered pathetic?
    Or is it considered love?
    I’d like to think it’s the latter,
    But that just might be
    the romantic in me.
    The cynic, on the other hand,
    might beg to differ.
    That part of me
    is slowly killing the romantic
    with the poisons of love.
    Intoxicating it with the belief
    that he loves it back,
    even though there’s her,
    and her,
    and her…
    Because “if you love someone once,
    you love them always.”
    That’s what he said,
    but still promising that
    his love is true for only…me.
    I can’t compete with “forever love.”
    I don’t want to let go,
    But neither does he.
    It’s a one-way road meeting a dead-end.
    Reality has caught up,
    and the venom has sunk in,
    mixing in with my blood.
    And it’s opened my eyes…
    there’s no cure.
    I’ll just have to see myself out
    and hope, that in the end,
    this poison
    doesn’t kill me.