Some day you will realize
you are a product of your environment.
You ran away from your parents
only to become them.
You cannot escape your past.
You can pretend I am a demon,
clawing at your soul,
clinging on until you rip me off.
You can pretend you are someone new,
continuing to run faster and faster,
never looking back
until you come crashing down.
When you reach the bottom,
will I still be here?
Will I come crawling back to you,
heart open and barely able,
and say,
"Hello, love.
I missed you"?
I would like to think
I am stronger than that.
You know better.
I am not.
YOU ARE READING
Bare Bones
PoetryA 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...
