I just wanted to write a happy poem about you.
On everything I love, it was just too hard to do.
I put my pen to the paper,
But my mind drifted to hell and thought about you.
I swear we had good times,
But it's all covered up in gloom.
You ran away because I was too good to you.
I'm sorry that I didn't use and take advantage of you.
I told you I was a good guy,
You said that's a red flag for you.
I think I was more happy about the idea of you
Over me actually loving you.
When I think of heaven,
There's nothing to reflect you.
The happiness in this poem is that I finally got closure about you,
Even though it was never about you.
It was the cognitive dissonance I drew.
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Love Addict: The Collective
Poetryraw exploration of love's highs and lows-the thrill of infatuation, the ache of withdrawal, and the pull that feels as addictive as it is electrifying. Through each act, this collection dives deep into the phases of love that blur reality and consum...
