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

stabbing exactly

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.

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