Yes I know
I know what you're probably thinking
Just shut up already
You're clearly not capable of acting like the mature person you're supposed to be
Well I'm sorry
You know how I am
And you know me
I'm so childish I feel so dumb
This isn't how I'm supposed to be
I feel like I'm losing my grip on reality
Again
It feels like everything is slipping away
Again
It feels as though, even as I face myself in these battles of light and dark
You're always in the middle
Taunting me
Haunting me
I don't want it anymore
I can't want it anymore
Isn't it pathetic
How I am inside
The gaping hole inside
Isn't it pathetic
That you're what I want
My heart yells at me to say something
But I can't
Because if I do
It'll only end up the way it always did
You wanted me to get angry
You wanted me to resent you
It would have been easier that way
But now I do
Isn't it pathetic how all my attempts to cleanse myself of the love I had for you
Only made me fall for you more
But now I'm angry
Now I'm mad
When I have no right to be angry or mad
When I'm sitting here thinking of ways to try to stop thinking of this
But it's an endless loop
Always circling around to the start
To the beginning of what we were
And then ending up to how it ended
And then circling back around back to where we were
And then again to where we ended
Where we were
Where we ended
Where we were
Where we ended
See?
Isn't it pathetic?
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Can You Not: A Series Of Poems Written From Memories Of A Semi Hurtful Past
PoetryPoems from the heart that encase the emotions of an anxious, panic ridden fifteen year old girl who doesn't really have any experience with real love or heartbreak, but thinks she does. What I've learned from my "experiences" is that we get from a s...
