It's weird when you think about it, how you hurt me so much but I still want you.
It's like I crave hurt when in reality I'm afraid of it.
And when it comes to you, I really contradict myself.
Like the day you left; I still wanted to be wrapped in your arms.
And I like having the space now, but I miss you being in the way all of the time.
But maybe contradicting myself takes my mind off of missing you.
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Poetry ☹ Lukeyslaugh
Poetrypoetry ˈpəʊɪtri/ noun literary work in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a ge...
