An average everyday love poem

This isnt your average love poem

i dont want to compare your eyes to the stars or the moon 

i want to compare them to the eyes of a killer

ready to strike at my weakest moment

watching me crack and break as if its your own weird ass kink

to imagine temporarily fixing me with tape

i dont want to compare your lips to morning dew on grass

instead to poison

slowly intoxicating my bloodstream 

overtaking my brain 

this isnt your average love poem  

because what we have isnt love 

it isnt love at all 

it is fear 

it is intimidation 

it is me running away

from my own everlasting fear 

of being alone 

This poem is about: 
Me

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