Falling back into the hope that just maybe our love will be enough to forget the scars we’ve inflicted onto each other...

Not the fact, that having hope in our love is as dangerous as drinking poison straight from the bottle in the belief that our love would be the cure.

Is it love? Or is it disillusionment? Either way, pass me the bottle.

Amarna Drinking My Own Poison - - - - - - - - - -