When I think about it, I realize that we never had a chance.
I was naïve and I was in love.
I would have done anything you asked me to, whenever.
Whatever.
I'd do it.
You used words as bait
To pull me in
Get me close
Just to watch up close as you broke me.
I asked you, "do you still love me?"
You said
"Honestly, I have been asking myself the same question."
What if I wouldn't have fought with you that day?
What if I kept my mouth shut?
Would you still love me?
If I wasn't so defiant,
Would you still love me?
Because lord knows
I still love you.
YOU ARE READING
The Demons that Make Me
PoesiaAll of the thoughts you have at 3 am, the things you feel, see, and how you think. Things you keep to yourself in fear of being called crazy, I'm writing.
