This Isn't LoveA Poem by Eccentric Souldon't think too hard about this one, its written in three different perspectives and that's all you really need to know.black his eyes his heart the abyss i keep falling into blue his bruises his voice the color of him warm the alcohol his skin the feel of him against me red his blood his threats the words laced with poison grey his mistakes his memories the smoke from his cigarettes cold his past his hands the things that could have been disgusting what he is what we both are the longing for more than this i hate him i hate everything about him his voice, it wont leave my mind his smell, stuck in my senses his colors, the things that remind me of him this isn't love but its what we have and god, do we hate it
© 2016 Eccentric SoulAuthor's Note
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