You say you aren't sure,
when I'm the surest in the entire world.
I thought if I'd come back,
it would solve all of our issues,
But all it's done is thrown me off balance,
missing your touch,
the way you used to look at me.
The possibility of never getting that back,
breaks me in half.
I want to build myself up,
have walls that cannot be penetrated.
But all I can do is vomit all over the floor,
and cry inside,
while laying in bed with nowhere to be.
I hate that everything reminds me of you,
But at least you know you'll always be on my mind.
And if you don't want that,
I'm sorry.
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I Set Myself on Fire Over the Stupidest Things
ContoThis is a piece I am working on. A poetic story of deeper emotional levels in life. This story isn't about a particular persons or events, it is currently just a representation of emotional struggles. They may seem out of order currently because it...