I blinded myself on your halo's glare, I cut myself on your angel hair, My remedy, my melody, My jeopardy, my destiny, I had my Chance. He had me. My porcelain amphetamine, My butterfly, My petaline heroin, You crucify. We shared endorphins.
Reason for writing:
This poem is a study of power in relationships, addiction, chance, chaos, fate and religion. Oh yeah, and being dumped!
Birth sign: Aquarius
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