݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ ִֶָ🪽་༘

I dragged you across my skin,
You opened up like an eye.

When I felt your sharp edge pierce
Through my skin, I felt
something unnatural.

A hurting wound that made me calm
That burned out the flame of my
fury.

I felt understood, loved.
Thus, that made me devoted to
you.

Your shape was stuck in my head,
Like a memory that cannot be
forgotten.

Years of being your slave made me
think you're the only light of
hope.

You made me addicted to you,
You isolated me so you could be
my only hope.

Yet I escaped, thinking I'd never
come back to you.

Now, I miss you.

A little poet of mine.