you can't fake it like you use to,
I want you to love me like you use to.
Your words are my addictions, keeping me sane
Your words are my scapegoat, keeping me safe
I close my eyes and bring it back
the feeling of hope, the feeling i lack.
I breathe it in for the last time,
and except the fact that love is blind.
Now falling back onto concrete emotion of anger.
Wondering why it is that I still love her.
hey poetry friend ..you seem to me a very good poetess..i read few of your poems and liked them..well written..good ideas and this is one of your good poem