by Jordon

Love is pure.
Pure corruption of the soul.
It makes me hurt myself,
My heart feels like it’s gonna beat out of my chest and bleed to death.

Sometimes I wish it would.
I don’t think straight.
     It’s no longer about me.
          It’s
               All
                     About
                               YOU
You hurt me every day, and I come back for more.
I can’t say no.
When I do I’m the one at fault, and yet somehow it’s okay.
     I’ll excuse it as, ‘this is just the way it is.’
I love you.
     You say you feel the same.
          We don’t …
               We’re corrupted.