Nights and swords (94)

I want you more,

when I don’t want you anymore.

I dream ‘bout you,

when I try to hate too long.

I know that we’re not meant to be,

but I still want you here.

why do I long for your kiss,

when I know you give it to them?

so many nights, so many tears,

so many women crossing your world,

so many lies, so many lies;

and my heart still talks about you,

she’s fucking crazy and I’ll kill her soon.

Writing a poem a day for 1 year. This is lucky number 94. Thanks for reading.

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