When you've gotten used to the way fire burns
You'll miss it even as you stare at the scars
Even If the sensations introduce themselves as burning you'll affectionately call it warmth
If love has held me hostage
Does it still count as Stockholm Syndrome?
Is that why my heart beats against my rib cage when I see you
Longing to surrender to this miserable fantasy
Before I grow numb to your presence
You stare at me and I stare back
You smile and I smile back
And this continuous cycle leads to the same grave
Where my tears stain the 900th poem I'll crumple up as I try to keep a record of the many different ways I've been torn apart
And after all that
I'll be brazen enough to miss you
YOU ARE READING
Long poems from a short girl
PoetryThese are my self wrote poems pretty self explanatory and random shit is also hidden in there. Some contain suicidal themes or cover mental health.
