Hyperbole is my favorite form of communication Overstating a happiness I barely feel is easier than admitting to the overwhelming sadness
I keep typing out all my feelings to you Then I remember I’m not allowed anymore
You tainted my book
The one where all my words go Every other page soiled With thoughts of you Poems of adoration And lines of punishment My devotion literally Written all over it
You tainted my heart
The darkness in my head thick viscid pulling me under
I once thought you had come to banish the darkness It turns out you only came to snuff out my remaining light
His possession wrapped around me like a warm coat, shielding me in a way it felt like only he could from my own frozen heart