undertow

Love, the worst addiction anyone could have.
Yet we keep coming back.
Place all your faith and trust in me
and we can live happily.

From ashen clothes, unwashed pillows
of former lovers proposed.
Coming back to the well, until our short-term memories let go.
Awoken by the truth,
Love will eventually pull you back in the undertow.

And it feels so good to drown

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