Afraid to tell you
That I was wrong
I did know nothing about you
And to realize it, it took me so longAnd the way you held it back
How did I not see it
All your secrets, held in a sack
Call me a liar?
Might as well call yourself a hypocriteAnd I do admit
It was wrong to say those things
But that was no valid reason
Flying away with your excuses, tempting me to break your wingsBut why do I torture myself
It hurts to know that I can see you
But then I can't even reach you
I let go, but you hold onI try to get over you
But the weight of your memory
Gets me under once againI throw you away
And you drag me with youWanting to get rid of you
But when I do
I look for you againIs it love?
Or is it my stupidity?You're nearly 9,000 miles away
But it feels like your still hereIf I see you again
I don't know when
But without you
Life has been mundane
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Why Should I Suffer?
PoetryPart Two of "What is Pain? (Mattic Poetry)" Not much really.