Who am I fucking kidding
when I say
I don't feel that way for you.
Who am I fucking kidding.
You make my heart backflip
straight out of me
onto the floor at your feet.
It is disgusting
the way I cannot remove you
from my head.
I see you in my dreams,
that puppy-dog look chasing me
in my subconscious.
You remind me of my innocence,
which is strange since
you have explored me
inside and out.
You remind me of purity,
which is strange since
there is nothing pure
about our friendship.
You are my light
leading me out of this tunnel.
Hold me.
Bring me home.
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Bare Bones
PoesíaA collection of poems following a personal tale of heartbreak and healing. A note about the layout: Part 1: crave is the beginning. The inner workings of my relationship. The struggle we had with love. Part 2: ache is the breakup. All of the p...
