• _purvaa 5w

    Holding your hands through your darkest days,
    To claiming your lips on mine,
    Pulling you through your depressions,
    To scarring myself for life,
    Wiping away your bloodied cuts,
    To vomiting blood awhile,
    From teaching you about life,
    To thinking of ending mine,
    It was a matter of fate,
    I fell into this never ending turbine,
    Whirling of skies,
    Having a chilling effect,
    My brain runs a mile,
    Heaving breathless to,
    Having bouts of breakdown,
    I think love never meant worthwhile.