Stabbing my Universe (205)
I almost detest you,
with all this love oozing out my skin;
purple reminiscences of another conscience.
I hear your perfect shadow,
giggling with my self,
when every single word seems a poisoned arrow
the center of my Universe.
I hate you with all my thoughts,
‘cause I love you so…
I love you so…
Writing a poem a day for 1 year. This is lucky number 205. Thanks for reading.