the imminent wreckage of a forthcoming tide

by SecondPrances

self personification in the form of empty words prescribed to a nameless pony

at first you said
"I love you."
but how could you
you, who doesn't know what love means
to burn so hard
you want to tear your heart out
to yearn so much
and be desperate for reprieve
parched
to be consumed
all else taken from you
so rich with desire
you cringe at the sight of me
because it hurts so much
how could you love me

you love the idea of me

do you even know me?

or is it the illusion of me?

or am I the broken one?