How do you go from
holding my hand so gently,
to cursing my name with all
of your being?
How do you go from
looking like god himself,
so peaceful, and calm, and
beautiful, to becoming the
rapture, causing chaos,
destruction, and heartbreak?
How do you go from
wanting me, pleading for me,
asking for all of my attention,
to not even responding to
my small text, and not even
wanting to look at me?
How do I go from
being madly in love with you,
to not even knowing why
I'm with you?
How do we function?
Everyone says we are a cute
couple, but I honestly don't
know what keeps us together.
Maybe it's your troubled home
life, and my need to fix everyone
and everything.
Maybe it's your bright blue
eyes that were painted with
hurt that caught my attention,
and maybe it was my desire
for acceptance that caught yours.
YOU ARE READING
Agoraphobia
Poetry"i hope to god that body is stronger than my mentality because if it isnt i am bound to collapse and break at any moment."
