Why is it
Everything I love
Hates me in return?
It's as if
Everything I touch
Crumbles to ash.
A butterfly
That I want to catch,
But eludes my fingers.
It's you.
I want you to hold me.
I want you to love me.
An evil thing:
Jealousy. A part of me;
I'm filled with evil.
I'm sorry,
I can't help myself.
There are no excuses.
I'm sorry I love you.
Thanks!