Yearning for you soul, tainted and harmful to mine as it may be, is all I can do to be with you
I cannot be yours
I cannot touch you
I cannot cup your face and wish your tears away
Your body and mind do nothing but hurt me
Your words to me are drenched in distaste
So all I can do is write these silly poems, hoping to relinquish the chains you have locked around my heart, dragging it down to yours














