The moment I laid eyes on you
I could feel the doors to my future slamming shut
and no amount of poetry is ever going to stop
this disease you sewed into my veins:
an endless obsession of “what ifs”
and “maybe this time he’ll come through”.
But you never do, which is why I’m here now,
blurting out words so I can figure you out
and it’s obvious that giving you my heart’s not enough
because I’m still hanging on the edge of your mind.
I can feel your touch even though you’re not here
you’re moving so far away…
and I’m rotting in these memories
alone and uncertain,
wondering if all this was worth it,
waiting around day after day
until you can come back to stain my mind
and watch as I incessantly swallow painkillers
to dull this unfathomable ache in my ribs.
I don’t want to be another empty legacy you’ve left behind.
The switch to my common sense is broken
because I’m strangled against your deceptive finger;
the hands that used to touch me with such kindness
are now lurking with something bigger
I’ve been running in circles for way too long
and I’m so tired of listening to you,
despite everything you put me through
and maybe your intentions were openly true
but I can’t take that risk of not knowing again…
Lust is the biggest misconception of all.
Gold trophy winner
Adding your comment:
yeaaah. pretty much. thats all ive been thinking about =(
