If only…
If only I wasn’t so obsessed,
Even with his words cutting deep in my skin,
Trailing blood as I still follow him.
I didn’t know the wounds would still hurt,
Crushing me to bits,
**_Yet why do I keep following him?
_**His bitter voice— my brain is playing tricks,
it insists it’s a sweet melody,
whispering softly in my ear,
but only shrieking upholds,
as ringing flows in my ear.
**_Yet wh...
