maybe if my lips were a little fuller
or my eyes a little darker
or my hair a little longer
maybe then you would fall.
maybe if my skin was clearer
or if my nose was smaller
or my tummy flatter
maybe then you would fall.
let's be honest;
maybe if i was her and she was me
maybe THEN you would fall.
i need something to punch
to yell at
something to blame
for our toxic relationship.
it's really just a distraction, though.
we all know that in the end,
i'm the poison here.
and in the end,
i will wind up being the one to ruin us,
to push you away.
i'm the poison.
so no,
even if my hair was longer or my lips fuller
it would still never work.
maybe
just maybe
if i could let go of you
and set you free
then we would have a shot
but i
CAN'T LET YOU GO.
i just
don't
want
to
be
alone.
YOU ARE READING
as we fall
Poetrypoems of truth and how we feel, even though we never say it. a collection of my original poetry Copyright 2015
