Always when I'm at my best
–so good, I become my worst, too
Do you stride back in
–in the same way I always beg for
Make your presence clear
–but you're always here
Ruin my things for your comfort
–i wish they (i) could always be ready for you
Trash my heart and crush my dreams
–my only good ones were about you, anyway
Tie me on a close string
–except I could never reject being close to you
Get me to think you're going to stay
–maybe I'm an idiot, but you fool me everytime
Right before you push me away
–it's always the same,
you're always the same.
YOU ARE READING
'heartache'- poetry
Şiir"i am nothing to you, but you are everything to me." (these poems are also in my other poem book 'Inside Me')
