Baby,
I never knew how badly I hated you
until you were the only thing I could think about.
till you caressed the back of my head,
skillful fingers circling my fragile brain.
I never knew how badly I needed you
until your hot hands stroked me to sleep
encapsulating me with your fire
burning down my life
just to smile at the chaotic flames
I never knew how much I could cry
till you cuddled me to sleep
slowly sliding your fingers up my broken spine
till you whispered loving hate to me
smirking with every wince
you know you have me where you want me
YOU ARE READING
The Muddled Thoughts of the Chronically Ill
PoetryPoems about my struggle with chronic illness and how chronic illness is approached by society.
