Ripped
I found the one for me.
Or so I thought.
I found the devil.
Found it in him.
Found it in the one who said he'd be there for me.
For now my vision of love is nothing but psychosis.
I can forgive, but I will never forget.
These eternal scars will never fade.
For sometimes it's the things we love the most,
that destroy us.
This poem is about:
Me