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.