I just wanted to get high

You want to get high
High into the old sky
so that this world
is just a tiny black smudge
in the corner of your eyes

You kidnap your lover
through promises.
Use their body
until there is no love
left to be taken.
So the dead weight
becomes a problem
so you throw it back
onto the world,
back into hell.

This type of love
is murder
not life.

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