Day: Dec 14, 2020

Your love is like a noose

And all the witches must be hanged.

The people who choose to look away

Are executioners too.

They can’t be saved.

If I only knew back then

The lengths your self-hate goes,

I would know when to leave.

But I was naïve

And it shows.

I heave from the pressure,

My nostrils shut closed.

Your soul’s a damn fixture,

The bruises you leave

Are your favourite ghosts.

Yet your love is still a noose,

No witch can be spared.

Some win and some lose.

But if you look the other way

You can’t be saved.

So hang me if you dare.