to feel at fault
for her infidelities
while desperately
c r a v i n g
her touch,
all at once
pains me like nothing else.
the conflicting of
staying or leaving
is eating away at me.
do i stay; do i stoop
to her level, or
do i go; do i be the
bigger person?
the guilt of
being associated
with someone else's pain,
even though it was
an accident;
even though she lied,
tears me apart.
the desire to be happy,
to be loved, is nearly
i n t o x i c a t i n g .
brain needs me to stop.
heart wants me to stay.
brain needs me to be rational.
but heart wants me to be happy.
to accidentally be
a homewrecker at
s i x t e e n
was not a part of the plan,
but became yet
another obstacle
nonetheless.
brain needs me to stop.
heart wants me to stay.
brain needs me to be rational.
but heart wants me to be happy.
the need to be needed rips at my seams.
brain needs me to stop.
but heart wants me to be happy.
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Pleasure or Pain? (Poetry)
PoetryI call this my book of chaos; my sanctuary. When the turmoil inside of me resurfaces, when I've surpassed my tipping point, putting my jumbled thoughts and conflictions into words gives back the control I initially lost.
