Bitter lips

I still have that bittersweet taste on my lips, sweet poison, maybe too much ... it deserves my fee. It made me lose my senses, and every time I remember it, I feel it raw, like a memory ... it appears like an icy storm, messing up everything in its path and slowly sheltering my lips, it's too cold, incessant nights that do not they let me breathe, I'm freezing slowly in every bite, in every memory, that my heart has reached.

I chased a bitter taste, I do not think that resentment, I do not hate him, I enjoyed it, it was too sweet, he had me at his mercy. It consumed me so quickly, in a blink, and as desperate as a heart with slow beats, dying.

Bitter lips, miserable heart, careful and gagged. He does not hate, there is no fury that touches my heartbeat, a voice that fills my tears, no mixed feelings, no emotion that, in shock to my senses, everything seems desolate, everything is too calm, cold gloom, and one broken heart.