You are the antidote to my pain


A little poem

I gave you my love, you gave me poison,
The only antidote of which was you.

You left me alone, my heart was frozen,
My eyes shed blood as I died without you.

Originally posted on Medium

 Poetry    15 Apr, 2016
 Poem    Love    Loss  
Copyright © Peter Y. Chuang 2019

Peter Y. Chuang is a Hong Kong-born novelist, short story writer, and a music critic who has lived in London at a time and now goes to Berlin semi-regularly for no good reason. When he’s not writing or reading, he’s probably playing with his cat, or listening to classical music, either at home or at one of the opera houses and concert halls in Germany. He uses Linux (current distro of choice: Arch Linux). Read more about his Linux stuff.

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