A delusional thought that love could make her happy instead it feast upon her mortality.
Her emotions are pins piercing her skin.
She prays for the torment to stop. The only way it will is if her mind releases the person who is heavily embedded, toiled and twisted within every open and sub-pressed thought traveling through her body.
She knows this person she can't grasp hold of and have as a lover, so as friends they remain but is this feeding and indulging her torment to extend even further.
Thank you for reading my poem any votes would be much appreciated.
