Dying

My love was like a drug
and you were addicted.
Something that you couldn't let go
that your heart predicted.

My love was like magic
and my heart was my wand.
It casted many spells
until everything went wrong.

My heart swallowed confusion
then became a blob of pain.
My love was injured
to the point were it was driving me insane.

My love became toxic,
poisonous to death.
My heart was dying
and more out of breath.