Sadness feels like home
It is all I have ever known
Do not hold me and caress me,
Do not preach of my vile existence.
I treat you dreadfully,
Not because I hate you
But because you make me feel loved.
Do not wrap your arms around me.
Anguish is the only warmth
That has embraced me.
People come and go
From the window that leads to oblivion.
Shut the window,
Let me suffocate and suffer in the smoke.
How do I unravel this path that leads to only dissatisfaction and bore?
I created this catastrophe,
Perhaps to wind up in the destruction that I can control.
I am so sorry my love,
I am sorry,
I take you up so high and then drown you so deep.
My mind is in wilderness,
My promises and tenderness do not justify
The path of thorns that I make you walk on.
Maybe I am not all that I keep pretending to be?
Maybe mommy Is right about how selfish I can be.
She says that is why father never loved me.
I'll try to amend everything,
I will reconstruct every bit and piece.
I hope I haven't ruined anything,
We can go back to our little bubble of joy,
Where I love you and you love me?
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Apricots In The Afternoons
PoetryA collection of original poems. . . . . . . Some may contain mental health related issues so please if you are not comfortable with those you can always skip :)
